The Sword Soul Pool suddenly boiled, the churning water bubbling like a pot of stirred, viscous porridge filled with murderous intent.
Lin Xinghe, caught in the middle of it, felt as though her internal organs had been inverted. The vast Sword Intent was no longer a gentle nourishment; instead, it had transformed into countless sharp blades, rampaging through her body.
Her consciousness was like a solitary leaf in a storm, teetering on the edge of destruction.
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