The continuous burning of her vital essence made it impossible for her to distinguish between illusion and reality.
The hatred for Honglian tore her heart apart piece by piece, the pain piercing deep into her soul and marrow. Only by tearing her enemy apart with her bare hands could she soothe the agony in her heart.
Chasing step by step after the figure she despised to the core, her eyes grew increasingly gloomy, and the demonic aura encompassing her body became progressively icy.
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