Nearly a hundred scratches of various sizes covered Shen Jiayi's entire body.
If it were any other time, no one would notice those slight scratches.
However, those scratches had become the source of Shen Jiayi's fear.
Strands of black mist were continuously overflowing from those small wounds.
Shen Jiayi fell to the ground in pain. She covered those small wounds with her hands as fear spread in her heart.
Shen Yanxiao looked at Shen Jiayi coldly. "I don't know what method Ouyang Huanyu used on you to fill your body with energy that you can't bear, but trash is trash. Even if he used a secret method, you could not possibly use powers that do not belong to you."
Fight a bloody battle with Shen Jiayi? Shen Yanxiao was not that stupid.
Shen Jiayi was an idiot, but the power of the eight major races was real. If Shen Yanxiao were to be hit by Shen Jiayi once, it would be over for her.
