For Chen Jing, Babel Tower was never her destination, but a prison that bound her. Now that she finally had the chance to seek revenge, she certainly wouldn't let it pass.
Of course, her fondness for Lu Bu'er was also a factor.
But for now, it was just fondness, and she would just feel sorry for him for a bit.
Young Lord Miss was clearing the way ahead, and almost all the guards they encountered were taken down with one move. Such was the dominance of the Metal Principle; if the enemy's rank wasn't high enough, they basically had no capacity to fight back, even if they didn't have any metal on them, as they would still be attacked by the unseen magnetic field.
Repulsion and attraction repeatedly shifted in her hands.
The guards were pulled together by attraction and then had their heads blown apart by repulsion.
Blood splattered all over the walls.
