This kind of despair was enough to make any creature willingly give up the struggle to survive!
She couldn't understand why that Technique Spirit hadn't given up yet, why it was still moving forward!
Huff!
Passing through countless Wonders that hindered her way, once the dark figure finally stepped onto the white jade surface, she began by consolidating her bones, growing flesh, weaving her nerves, and soon, she had regained the posture of the Black Witch.
The mere sight of this terrifying regeneration of flesh and blood was enough to shatter the mental defenses of most people.
The Secret Guard stared dumbfounded at the woman who had walked out of Hell, her legs unconsciously weakened, and she collapsed to the ground.
No armor was strong enough to protect her vulnerability.
No heaven was grand enough to conceal her insignificance.
Her Battle Intent had long been crushed, step by step, by the Black Witch.
