Wa— Wait? My body... the air is so cold...
With a dazed look, she glanced down, her eyes widening to the utmost, her pupils contracting to the size of pinpoints. The next moment, a piercing scream from a soprano, reaching sky-high decibels, reverberated through the narrow confines of this shrine.
Even Gu Mo couldn't help but tilt his head back slightly, sticking a finger in his ear, feeling like his eardrums were painfully shaken by this sonic attack, nearly triggering his Guardian Spirit's defensive counter.
— Even though it seemed like there was nothing special he was doing, just standing nonchalantly in front of Visakha, facing the strongest Martial God in this narrow space alone, he was actually taking precautions and didn't feel he could relax just because he confiscated all her Divine Artifacts.
