"Now y…" Lin Feng began, but his words died on his lips when he heard Huo Mian moan and growl as she continued to struggle.
It was clear she had never been one to give up easily.
"Hmmmp…"
"Ahhhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…."
"Ughhhhh…" Huo Mian attempted to circulate her techniques, directing her spiritual sense to force her palm forward and complete the slap.
She poured her will into it, commanding her body to move, commanding her power to obey.
Yet even that small wish was denied.
Her spiritual energy responded sluggishly, as though it no longer belonged to her.
The connection she had refined over many years of cultivation felt distant, muffled, severed at its source.
No matter how fiercely she pushed, her arm remained frozen in place.
It was in that moment that a chilling realization settled over her.
This was not mere restraint.
This was absolute control.
It was then that a far more terrifying truth settled over her like a cold shadow.
