Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle—
Niruo's body emitted ink-green light shadows, like a gentle smoke brushing against his wounds, completing the process of stopping the bleeding and healing within a few moments. The ink-green glow emitted by the fractured mask grew increasingly intense, almost illuminating the nearby woods!
Boom!
He stomped heavily on the ground, and the light shadows on his body seemed to be twisted downward by gravity, like taut bowstrings sharply curved, with light explosively gathering but not bursting, ready to erupt like a flood, bringing a strong sense of oppression that rendered Ming Shuiyun completely incapable of resisting, leaving her dumbstruck sitting on the ground!
Thud!
