She moved frantically, wielding the rune short daggers with a frequency beyond comprehension, each moment cutting out innumerable arcs, which seemed to converge at a point, forming twisted and menacing platinum threads.
This secret technique of continuously overlaying the same type of spell attack, constantly breaking through its power limit, gave Ronan a strong sense of familiarity.
Several figures flashed through his mind instantly, and he blurted out.
"Lide Xin!
Are you also a descendent of the White Witch King?"
Beneath the guise of the Primordial Spirit Body, Ronan seemed to see the gray-braided woman smile cruelly.
A disdainful voice came from within her Magic Body.
"Don't compare me with that waste. If I were him...."
The platinum spirit body flashed her hands forward, creating a dazzling dagger flower out of the densely twisted platinum threads in front of Ronan.
"You would have never had the chance to get here alive!"
