Countless black lines follow closely behind, penetrating every corner of the soul and flesh, constantly imposing suppression and restraint.
Slow in one step, slow in every step; wrong in one move, wrong in every move.
Chun Jun interferes with the spiritual essence, Pan Ying devours blood and fire greedily, and after Jing Zhen disrupted the stability of the matrix, it penetrated the soul. The roots of the Dark Tower have already deeply embedded in the soul.
Devoured by hunger, ravaged by violence.
In the last moment, Su Xiano wanted to turn back, but quickly withered and collapsed into dust before doing so.
After the shattered silhouette, Ji Jue looked down emotionlessly, staring at the blade of Pan Ying, only to find no change, let out a click.
Missed the mark.
The target anchored had nothing to do with the Sacrificial Master and Six Evils; though similarly fierce and greedy, unfortunately, it was unwilling to respond to Pan Ying, incompatible with the format.
What a waste.
