In Si Lingle's silver eyes, the Star Scroll whirled violently, and the star symbolizing the end suddenly burst forth with a blinding gray light, forcibly shattering the invading will of despair. A trace of pale golden blood slipped from the corner of her mouth, yet her gaze grew sharper, like a blade.
"I've heard enough of your wails." Si Lingle whispered, her voice piercing through the lament.
At the moment when the Giant Vengeful Spirit swung its massive bone hand, capable of shattering star remnants, wrapped in Erosion Path Gray Mist, Si Lingle chose neither to confront its sharpness nor to be disturbed by its mental attack. Her figure suddenly blurred on the spatial scale for an instant.
Void Shifting·Instantaneous!
