Purple-red more vicious than a centipede, blood-red more insane than a chainsaw.
Tearing open the chest, penetrating the soul body, gnawing at the flesh, corroding the spirit. What pierced through Ash didn't seem like two Shadow Swords, but rather two ferocious beasts; the nearly ear-piercing sizzling sounded like a monster chewing on his soul.
At this moment, the phantom of the Extinction Resentment Dragon behind Sonia was almost fully descending into the world. The raging purple aura submerged the outline of the red-haired girl, her dazzling ruby eyes twisted into gnarly vertical pupils. The Witch, Silver Lamp, and Vishi seemed to once again see the Sword Maiden from that night... They had imagined more than once, if that night when Sonia was most aggrieved, the Witch hadn't appeased her, Silver Lamp hadn't conceded, and Vishi hadn't apologized, what would the Sword Maiden have done?
They finally saw the answer.
