The moment her palm struck Ye Huan’s chest, it was as if she had cast a stone into the sea—the force of her strike vanished without a trace. Moreover, a bizarre, predatory suction erupted from his chest, madness consuming her very essence through her right hand.
"This..."
Wu Fuling’s expression twisted in terror. She reflexively tried to pull her hand back, only to find it stuck fast to his chest, unable to retreat.
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