Darian sealed the runes, preventing the whip from exploding. Then, when he placed it into his inventory, it was as if it vanished from the world, making Melva completely lose her connection to it.
Her face twisted with rage, and in an instant, the unparalleled genius—regarded as the future leader of the Primordial Empire—turned into a beast consumed by fury. The Thousand Feathers Dress shone brightly, and her fingers stretched like claws as she lunged at Darian.
Losing that Bone Whip drove her completely insane. She had never felt such indignation in her entire life.
She had cultivated a high-level fist-strengthening technique precisely to wield that whip to its fullest. Because of that, even without her weapon, she could still attack with her bare hands like a tigress using her claws.
Her fingers and nails pulsed with a bloody light, slicing through the void and releasing deafening sounds. Even without her weapon, she was still absolutely terrifying.
