His gaze was like a torch, befitting the three-in-one Saint Fighter.
Seeing the dark red ray with terrifying power silently cut through the corpse in the corner, Fu Qian was deeply impressed by the reappearance of Brother Shi Gaozhi's old techniques in the worldly society.
Indeed, every piece of equipment on him was far from being mere decoration, and Ice had inherited this ripple perfectly.
Even at this moment, she executed it flawlessly.
As the intense rays swept back and forth, the originally massive corpse had been sliced into numerous fragments, with a pungent smell of decay permeating the air.
By the time she stopped, it was hard to imagine anything could use that puddle as a hiding place.
Cough, cough...
However, the unrestrained output seemed to have put considerable pressure on Ice, as the moment the dark red subsided, her body curled up, and she let out a violent cough.
