Again!
Hua Changle stubbornly persisted and tried several more times.
Sure enough, that thing was primarily a psychic ability, and the psychic ability within it was the origin of Biyin.
But that dark purple mist... could it be that this thing also possesses netherworld attributes?
Hua Changle tested the waters again.
The thing seemed to be provoked, and suddenly unleashed a powerful burst of energy that collided with the energy she was testing.
"Damn it!" Hua Changle was in so much pain that he almost collapsed to the ground, with beads of blood seeping from the crack on his back.
She endured the pain, and a wisp of her breathing ability took the opportunity to probe in, causing the mass to tremble and dissipate for a moment.
Hua Changle saw a glimmer of hope.
This indicates that the object was suppressed by her ability to absorb and expel, and that she may also be able to counteract the strange object.
422 also discovered the key: "Lele, I've realized it's not that you can't control it, but rather that you're too weak to withstand its backlash."
If your body is at its peak, controlling it shouldn't be a problem.
"What will happen if I really lose control?" Hua Changle still can't forget the scenes from her nightmares.
422 paused, then said in a strained voice, "[This thing is violent and reacts intensely to external energy. If it gets out of control, it could really tear your body apart.]"
Hua Changle narrowed his eyes and suddenly said:
"What if I want to use it? By deliberately tearing the marks on my back?"
422 gasped: "I don't know! Please don't do anything rash! Your body is so fragile, you're lucky you haven't suffered a backlash. Don't mess around!"
"I know."
Hua Changle touched his back with a worried expression, only to find his hand covered in blood.
Looking at the blood on her hands, she was at her wits' end: "But if this thing is really a byproduct, do I really have to tear it open to use it?"
Hua Changle grew angrier the more she thought about it: "Damn it! Can't you grow as beautiful as my vines, so you don't need to physically open the door to come out? You're such a lousy thing, hurting the enemy a thousand while hurting yourself eight hundred!"
She kept chattering away, venting her anger as she sat on the bathroom floor, ranting and raving.
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