Thus, darkness became the dominator, producing a night full of silence.
The Eyes of Netherworld were activated, a series of pallid and unsettling eyeballs, emerging from nothingness, hovering around her exterior.
To stare into them was to see ghosts and deities, horrifying, detestable, pitiable, a complete narrative of uncanny mysteries.
In a series of phantasmagoric events, Ye Liuying's aura dramatically ascended, almost as if shooting straight into the heavens.
The barriers within her bloodline tried to halt her, but her charge was too fierce and rapid, fragile as paper, virtually non-existent, utterly ineffective.
"Crack!!"
The sound of the shell splitting, the dark curtain tore apart, emitting millions of black rays like rising flames.
The boiling blood transformed into a curtain of jubilation, six wings symbolic of nobility and status, thin as cicada's wings, wide as a dragon's spine, unfolded one by one, proclaiming their presence.
