The air in the ruined courtyard warped and screamed as the Blood-Sacrifice Wind-God Needle locked its inescapable, karmic trajectory directly onto the center of Shen Mengqi's beautiful forehead. It shot forward with speed that completely defied the natural laws of motion, tearing a localized, jagged rift in space itself. The artifact, fueled by the completely consumed False Core and the very soul of the Enforcer Leader, moved far too fast for the Celestial-Tide Abacus to block or for the Breeze Sword to parry. It carried enough concentrated, sacrificial power to instantly obliterate a Nascent Soul expert's spiritual sea, and Shen Mengqi, stripped of her protective arrays and caught in the aftermath of her own attack, was inches away from absolute death.
Shen Mengqi's sapphire eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror. The world seemed to slow down, the black, obsidian spike vibrating with ancient malice as it approached her flawless skin.
