The dark figure sensed a fluctuation, eyes flickering, heart burning with urgency.
It had never encountered someone like this before.
A Tier Eight Martial Artist with Blood Qi recovery speed faster than a Tier Six Martial Artist, terrifying!
A single breath amounting to a thousand units of Blood Qi.
Simply monstrous.
No Martial Artist of this level could endure the erosion from Pollution Level; upon contact with her silhouette, they would definitely break down.
Mental disorder would be the least concern.
It had seen countless prodigies over the years, and anyone who tried to touch the silhouette eventually went insane and distorted.
The access to the ancient castle was restricted by levels.
Unless Tier Four or above Martial Artists, Extraordinary individuals entered, others touching the silhouette had basically no way to survive.
Of course.
