Cong Nanxue stood at the edge of that space, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified, suffused with a suffocating atmosphere.
She slowly raised her hands, palms up, beginning to gather strength from within. The power flowed like a gentle stream, converging from all parts of her body and gradually forming a small, shimmering light orb in her palms. The color of the orb constantly changed, sometimes appearing as a deep blue like the night sky; sometimes turning into a blazing red like burning flames.
As the power continued to gather, the orb grew larger and brighter. Beads of sweat appeared on Cong Nanxue's forehead, her body slightly trembling, clearly at her limit. But she gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort of her body, and continued to increase the output of power.
