Christina slowly opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
The enormous Reaper's Scythe behind her head gradually dissipated and returned to her body.
Christina's complexion also returned to rosiness, and her lips turned to a moist hue.
Her dark eye circles vanished, and her long hair transformed from streaks of silver to black.
Yang Fei glanced at Christina, then turned his gaze away, secretly astonished in his heart.
"This Netherworld Divine Power, I wonder what kind of force it is, to turn a person into this state?"
Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, Sword Emperor, and others stood up, waiting for Christina to issue commands.
Christina led the group out of the dilapidated mill.
They stood side by side on the wilderness, looking towards the direction of Stonehenge.
The enormous stones, still in a peculiar posture, formed a circle, arranged on the wilderness.
Christina quietly watched Stonehenge.
Her expression was extremely calm, neither angry nor joyful, like an enlightened monk.
