Liu Sanniang felt a black smoke drowning her spiritual sense. She opened her mouth and softly chanted the scriptures.
Her spiritual sense emitted a golden light. Although it was still very small, it still stunned Ying Furong.
The golden light resisted the black smoke and dissipated it bit by bit. Ying Furong could tangibly feel her power getting weak while Liu Sanniang was getting stronger and stronger.
Ying Furong quickly retracted her power to defend against Liu Sanniang's attack. She felt blood rushing up her throat, making her feel comfortable. She looked at Liu Sanniang with a killing intent.
As Ying Furong began defending, Liu Sanniang stopped chanting the scriptures.
Ying Xiangru frowned. "What is she chanting?"
The words sounded like Sanskrit, but he could not understand a word.
Xia Qiluo said, "Scripture."
