The glow of the letter, Wen Xishu noticed it. And not only he noticed it, but even the Mourning Shadow, Anya, noticed it as well.
Her gaze was briefly dazed.
Wen Xishu was still thinking, could this thing directly cleanse the boss?
He was indeed overthinking.
Because in the next second, Anya raised her hand again, releasing her skill.
Mirror Blade Storm.
Her mirror-like body displayed cracks, and from those seemingly irreparable cracks, numerous shards shot out.
Only this time, the shards moved faster.
Last time, Wen Xishu could still dodge the shards and even observe the myriad memory inscriptions within.
The shards flickered with past memories of Anya, Charlie, and even Wen Xishu himself.
Wen Xishu was only cut by a few shards.
But this time, the shards moved faster, more frenzied.
The dense storm of shards carved multiple wounds on Wen Xishu's arms, cheeks, shoulders, knees, waist, and abdomen.
