Zhou Xiao was pleasantly surprised.
He never imagined that the power of lust could be used in such a way...
He looked at the blade standing there, and he had to admit that he found it much more pleasing to the eye now.
This is not some family that "hates and interferes with each other"; this is clearly my beloved relatives, friends, and brothers!
How long can it last?
Zhou Xiao really hoped that Ren could hold on a little longer, so that he could gain more energy. Kafka, who was not far away, watched for a long time and found that Ren had not changed at all, so she was a little puzzled.
How come it seems like nothing happened to Ren?
Such a strong inner will?
Could the solution be right before our eyes?
Kafka's eyes lit up.
...
In the illusion.
The blade had transformed this illusion of lust into a stage for rage. Faceless women, like rivers, surged toward him in his vision, but he stood firm, holding his ancient sword. His sword swings might have been a little slower, but that did not mean he had given in.
Come!
Let the storm rage on!
The blade sliced through these faceless women as if they were Muggles. In his heart, there was no longer any worldly love or desire; only pain and that one person remained!
He wanted to make that person experience the same pain!
In this endless slaughter.
He fell, but he rose again. Bearing the curse of immortality, he possessed considerable strength to contend with the faceless women within these illusions...
It works well.
It's so useful.
Watching the ever-increasing amount of energy floating around, Zhou Xiao couldn't help but exclaim, "Blade Power Bank is truly amazing!"
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P.S.: I'm begging for everything, please, please. This humble author is online, sobbing.
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