Yan Yu's gaze was fixed intently on the drop of black liquid in the palm of the shadow.
An unprecedented sense of crisis, as cold as ice piercing her bones, surged within her heart.
She understood well.
The power contained within this drop of black liquid was absolutely beyond what she could withstand.
"Crack—snap!"
Soon after, the black liquid slowly floated up, as if squirming, and where it passed, a faint sound of breaking emerged in the space.
Almost as if the space itself couldn't bear the horrific power it contained.
Instinctively, Yan Yu wanted to retreat.
However, her entire body seemed to be bound by an invisible mighty force, her movements becoming slow and heavy, as if time had been slowed down countless times.
Her heart jolted, and she could only watch wide-eyed as the black liquid approached her.
In an instant, a chill spread, seemingly penetrating her internal organs.
