The Netherworld Palace vibrated violently, as if the entire space was trembling.
Starlight and black mist intertwined into a whirlpool, spinning relentlessly over Lin Xinghe's shoulders, threatening to devour her entirely. Her body swayed like a paper kite with a snapped string. Inside her, the Power of the Sword Soul and the Netherworld bloodline collided fiercely, like two torrents clashing head-on in a narrow canyon. The impact sent her internal organs churning with pain, and her consciousness gradually began to blur.
"No... I cannot pass out." She bit the tip of her tongue, a metallic sweetness flooding her mouth; the sharp pain instantly snapped her back to alertness.
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