Seeing Xue An's smile, Tan Feiwen felt a chill in her heart. The flickering black radiance, as though alive, instantly coiled around her body, forming a protective barrier.
Her movements were undoubtedly fast, but just as the black radiance took shape, a cold voice sounded from behind her.
"To refine resentment into something so exquisitely controllable—how many souls have you ruined?"
Upon hearing this voice, Tan Feiwen froze. Every hair on her body stood on end.
The voice was so close that Tan Feiwen could feel the warm breath brushing against the back of her neck.
In the grip of boundless terror, Tan Feiwen wasted no time unleashing her strongest attack.
A surge of black radiance swelled suddenly, erupting into countless fine needles of light that spread outward.
Wherever the light needles passed, the space emitted a sizzling noise, as if pierced with countless holes. Their power was evident.
