Lu Yao looked at the rolling mass of dark power, her heart tightening.
The darkness was like a surging black tide, visually threatening to swallow all light. Lu Yao felt as though she had fallen into thick, pitch-black ink, unable to see even her own hand before her eyes.
Even more terrifyingly, an inexplicable sense of oppression gripped her heart, leaving her almost breathless. She could hear the rapid thumping of her heartbeat in her ears, her body trembled slightly, and her sense of touch registered the sensation of cold hands wandering over her skin.
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