Starfield Soul Skill: Cold Star Cover.
THUD!
CRACK... The sound of a shattering nose bridge was accompanied by trickles of fresh blood and Bai Xiwu's agonized wail.
The shattering stars seared Bai Xiwu's skull, leaving it buzzing.
The two staggered and fell, tumbling into a heap. They rolled across the Shuangxue-covered turf, smearing it with gushing blood.
Unlike Gao Lingwei's headbutt earlier, Rong Taotao's head wasn't dizzy. This was because his Cold Star Cover, now seemingly imbued with a will of its own, had responded with incredible force to Rong Taotao's desperate plea!
'Desire?'
'The very foundation of Cold Star Cover's existence was desire.'
'To be needed by its Caster was the very meaning and purpose of its existence.'
'And I fucking need you right now!'
'She put her life on the line to give me this chance! And you? Cold Star Cover, do you see what I'm risking my life for?'
"Level Up! Starfield Soul Skill: Cold Star Cover, Excellent Level!"
