"Swoosh!"
Luo Qingtong's eyes blazed with bloodlight.
The Rashamon Mask on her face hid the demonic colors at the bottom of her eyes.
It also completely hid the enchanting and evil appearance of the young girl from everyone's sight.
"Swoosh!"
Luo Qingtong pointed her finger, and a faint aura of power followed through the twisting space field within the Light Gate, gradually repairing and engraving with the Mingwen Pattern.
Her aura of power lingered in the air, leaving behind faint traces.
"Every time I draw a line, an instructor must follow that trace to draw further. You must inject power into it precisely as the traces indicate—neither more nor less—otherwise, all efforts may fail, and this Light Gate might be destroyed in an instant. Then if you can't leave, don't blame me," Luo Qingtong said indifferently, instructing everyone.
"Yes. Evil Doctor, rest assured, we will remember!"
