The cry of pain hadn't yet escaped her lips.
Xi Mu placed his hand over her mouth, pressed her body against the wall, and with cold, emotionless eyes, whispered into her ear.
"Now you are of no use to me," he said, clenching the Hunting King's Greatsword in his hand, letting the rich Flame of Death wear away at Ashliya's immortality.
With the favor of the Flame Giant Sulter, Ashliya's strength was at least above level seventy, and with the favor's great immortality and destructive power, she could exert strength beyond that of level seventy.
But Ashliya was too weak, utterly unable to utilize the strength she was supposed to have.
It was like a newbie gamer inheriting a top player's maxed-out account but unable to play to the standards of the max level account.
An instance that should've been easy to clear would be played at a hellish difficulty by the newbie.
