So it is.
Ye Tian cracked a grin at the corner of his mouth.
"Ling Rong, she harnesses her power with blood!" Ye Tian said to Ling Rong.
"Mhm." Though there was a moment of hesitation, Ling Rong still attacked the dead bodies that lay at Nan Yun's feet and whose blood still flowed.
This trait about Ling Rong was something Ye Tian greatly admired.
It was because of that one sentence that Ye Tian was fortunate enough to witness Ling Rong's strength.
Fire, indeed, was the most effective solution as it could turn everything into ashes.
"Do you think you can so easily find my weakness?" Nan Yun sneered. "Blood is not the only power I can draw from."
"Who cares about you!" Ling Rong retorted unceremoniously. "Monsters like you should not exist in this world; you belong in Hell, and that's where you should go!"
