The woman’s lips parted slightly, and a luminous, soft-glowing pearl—a mid-grade Dharmic Instrument—flew out to collide with and hold off the long sword.
Boundless mana was He Qiushui’s source of confidence. A fierce glint intensified in her eyes, followed by a surge of anger as she chanted a true mantra to trigger her spell.
"Clear skies and misty air, the myriad spirits manifest."
Chapter 25