However, with the expansion of her small world, her cultivation continued to rise, and the consumption of her faith energy was increasing at a rapid rate.
Abbadon and the black-clad figures noticed that her aura had weakened, and just as they were about to rejoice, they saw her strength quickly recovering.
They were both astonished and furious, assuming she possessed some kind of treasure that could instantly restore her strength.
"If you're not planning to leave, then don't leave. Next." Amalia's cold gaze fell on the leader of the black-clad figures.
A chill ran down the leader's spine, and he silently cursed under his breath.
Suddenly, a blade of light appeared and rushed toward him. If he hadn't acted fast enough, the blade would have cleaved his head in two.
"Heaven's Cataclysmic Blade!" Amalia shouted as the sky darkened, and the sun was completely covered by ominous clouds.
A vast storm of lightning began to descend.
