This was the thing she was most angry about and couldn't accept.
It was as if someone had laid bare the truth she had been avoiding and didn't want to face.
At this moment, in Nan Zhi's mind, she was already contemplating how to turn Jiang Ci into a mute.
She extended her hand.
"Since you're unwilling to come over on your own, I'll have to kill all your friends first!"
Seeing her initiate an attack, although Feng Chen was aware that his strength was no match for hers, he still prepared his weapon to confront her.
The eerie moonlight pierced the clouds, casting a distorted and twisted shadow of Nan Zhi.
Her hair cascaded like an ink waterfall, and on her pale face, her crimson lips curved into a smirk.
Her extended nails suddenly grew three inches longer, glowing with a dark azure light. With a piercing shriek, the black mist surrounding her surged violently, transforming into countless sharp bone spikes, charged with a bone-chilling cold, furiously piercing toward the crowd.
