As his hair burned out, wisps of black smoke rose from Aisie Hall's body and dissipated in an instant.
When she looked up at Chu Yichen, his gaze trembled instantly.
Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful face was reflected in his dark eyes. The owner of that face was... Chu Liyue.
Chu Liyue chuckled softly, "How about it?"
Her pretty face exuded an aura of cold arrogance, her voice was low and aloof, and her tone was clear and detached.
They are exactly the same, without any difference.
Chu Yichen's astonished gaze seemed to please her. She chuckled and said, "My avatar technique can perfectly replicate an opponent's aura as long as it can absorb their energy."
Chu Yichen's gaze flickered slightly for a moment, but in just a second, he realized Aisie Hall's purpose and asked in a low voice:
"His abilities surpass yours, how could you not see that?"
She gave a sly smile: "He could naturally tell under normal circumstances, but now..."
"Hehe~" A sinister glint appeared in her eyes, and her tone revealed a wickedness that could manipulate people's hearts.
"What do you think I went through all that trouble to constantly sow discord for?"
"No matter how strong the outer shell is, the vulnerability in the heart cannot be hidden."
"He will definitely turn back."
As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared into the darkness.
Above the sea, Xiao Wujie was surrounded by silver light, his face was pale, but his expression was cold, like a sickly emperor, which was awe-inspiring.
Sweat beaded on his nose, he was slightly out of breath, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.
A sense of dizziness welled up in his mind, and his body ached. The continuous exertion, the intense concentration, and the lack of rest had pushed him to his limit.
But what's really bad is that he can feel his connection with the energy of heaven and earth is gradually weakening.
That's... a sign that the supernatural art is about to reach its limit.
He bit his tongue, and the piercing pain brought him a slight sense of clarity.
Fortunately, he was in bad shape, but Aisie Hall was in even worse shape. She was bleeding profusely, and the four assassins in front of her who had been taking the hits for her were torn apart and charred black.
She absolutely cannot withstand the next wave of attacks now.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will be able to kill her before his supernatural abilities run out.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his fingertips, pointing two fingers to the sky.
"My sweet baby."
A low, cool voice, tinged with a hint of tenderness, rang in his ears, falling straight into the softest part of his heart.
Xiao Wujie's heart suddenly trembled.
Fake!
But he couldn't help turning around.
On the coastline, a slender figure stood against the wind, her arms outstretched as if to embrace him.
"Sister... Sister."
A soft, dreamlike murmur escaped from his throat.
The next second, a flash of silver light appeared in his eyes, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Oh no.
As he turned around, Aisie Hall's silver hair flew wildly, and he let out a wild laugh, while black energy surged in his hands.
The puppet assassin closest to him, surrounded by lightning, was covered in crackling electricity, his flesh mangled and charred.
He charged at him, looking like a madman with empty, evil eyes.
A short blade, gleaming coldly, flashed from his hand and, without hesitation, with a "whoosh," pierced his abdomen.
Instantly, blood splattered everywhere.
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