Ying Huanhuan lowered her head and looked at her right hand. At this moment, her originally fair jade like small hand had became crystal clear, and it looked just like an ice block, which had been frozen for tens of thousands of years. Meanwhile, there were many flower like icy symbols carved on it. When she clenched her right hand gently and felt the frightening power surging within, the expression within her eyes became increasingly complex.
Such familiar power.
"Sigh."
A sigh sounded from behind. Ying Huanhuan turned her head and saw the Darkness Master standing behind her. Meanwhile, when the latter saw Ying Huanhuan's small icy crystal like hand, she laughed bitterly. She did not know whether she should despair or rejoice.
"Fortunately, only one hand has mutated." Ying Huanhuan smiled towards the Darkness Master and said.
