A thrill rising from the depths of her soul made Song Wanning's body tremble slightly.
She yearned for that sword strike, longed for it.
But even more, she felt a sense of defiance!
With a turn of her wrist, she raised her longsword high and swung it forward with all her might.
The first strike, nothing.
The second, unimpressive.
The third, a slight improvement.
The fourth…
After countless strikes, the only thing left in Song Wanning's eyes was that one sword strike from before.
Her Divine Soul was completely immersed, unable to pull itself away. Even her actions were no longer under her control.
The pearl, which had been so arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
This human's sword strikes were becoming increasingly sharp, and mixed within them was a terrifying aura that made it feel an unconscious sense of fear.
'Something's wrong, this isn't right!'
