that's impossible. I saw the string of fate that was shrouded in the shadow of the netherworld, and your injuries are real ...
The young woman with waist-length black hair clutched her waist, which was almost half-gone, and stared at the crowd in disbelief.
Michael's clear eyes focused on the enemy as he slowly raised his left hand.
A golden scale materialized between his fingers.
As the scale tilted, reality and illusion flipped, and everyone's injuries instantly disappeared.
Immediately after, Ling xiyi stretched out her hand and grabbed at the air. A roll of ancient and mysterious bamboo slips floated and unfurled in front of her. Her small, fair hand gently wiped across it, and the words that had everyone's real names engraved on them slowly disappeared as if they were an eraser brushing across a piece of paper.
Her exquisite and beautiful little face revealed a smug smile as she muttered in a low voice.
