Ling Yueyaya's brows were furrowed tightly, her eyes flashing with cold starlight. She took a deep breath, and suddenly her left hand, which had been hidden behind her back, thrust forward swiftly, pressing right onto the hilt of the light blue soft sword. In that instant, her surging soul power flooded into the soft sword like a torrent, and the blue water ripple that had long been brewing inside her activated instantly as the soul power poured in, igniting the inscriptions within the sword, causing it to burst into dazzling brilliance.
As the sword pivoted sharply, Ling Yueyaya wielded the soft sword, instantly spewing an incredibly dense white mist in all directions. This mist quickly spread, enveloping the entire battlefield in a veil of mystery, ethereal like an enchanted realm.
