The three heads closely resembled the face of her Divine Soul, but only the central one had its eyes open. Its gaze was indifferent and brutal, like that of a Demon God scorning all of creation.
HMPH...
The Demonic Shadow let out a bizarre and terrifying cry, as if trying to suppress the Four Saints Illusion. However, it had no effect and couldn't stop them in the slightest.
The Demonic Shadow could only lunge forward to attack. Its six arms wielded various weapons—an Ancient Sword, a Divine Lamp, an ancient pagoda...—and it became entangled with the Four Saints Illusion. The light of its soul surged as it grew increasingly indistinct.
As for Xie Jianjia herself, she couldn't dodge in time and was struck squarely by the massive hand of white bone. Half of her Divine Soul instantly dissipated, and her face became ethereal and deathly pale.
She understood immediately: Jiang Lan had never been bewitched by her at all.
