As Wen Xiao'ai uttered the words of the blood oath, the Golden Core above Shangguan Yu's chest where a drop of fingertip blood had landed suddenly emitted a light even stronger than before, completely overshadowing the purple light in the surgical room. Within this golden light, there were faint strands of red light akin to fresh blood.
After the Golden Core burst into brilliant light for a moment, it dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wen Xiao'ai's pale little face was gradually covered in cold sweat, and her spell-casting hand was trembling uncontrollably, clearly at the end of her strength.
The light from the Golden Core grew weaker and weaker, and Wen Xiao'ai became more and more strained.
At this moment, her small face was completely devoid of color, even her lips, and her vision kept darkening, yet she stubbornly persisted.
