After learning the truth, the remaining sanity of 'Elia' collapsed like a breached dam, clutching her head in pain, screaming and crying, so out of control that all suppressed emotions erupted at that moment.
The skin on her body burst outward like whip blades, slicing and lashing everything in the room. In just an instant, the surrounding walls were cleanly cut, the ceiling and load-bearing columns fractured and collapsed, and massive stones crashed down, covering Elia's twisted form.
"Be careful." Xu Xiaoyou had just rushed in Tang Xin's direction when the fractured ceiling collapsed, blocking her path like a slanted hill, revealing menacing steel bars.
Tang Xin summoned her mimicry, frowning slightly upon seeing Xiaoxin transform into a microphone, deep blue light swirling around. In the next moment, a silver-blue orchestra conductor sword with spiraling musical strings and intricate carvings appeared in the girl's hand.
