Within the rift of the Ascension spirit, sharp crystals pierced out, Minerva's static spread, nearly freezing the operations of the spiritual.
"Don't get me wrong, Wen Sheng."
Wen Wen raised her hand coldly, wiped the dust off her face, unwavering: "Even if I end up in the most humiliating state, just Minerva alone, garbage like you, is still not enough."
"Burn yourself, repress your nature?"
Wen Sheng sneered, pulling out the crystal spikes growing from his body: "How skillful, sister, if I hadn't often done the same thing, I might have been fooled by you... But your weak soul can't even resist spiritual plague; how long can it last?"
"Grinding you to dust is already enough!"
Ruins Fist comes whistling again!
"Then let me see..."
Wen Sheng's three faces scoffed as he raised his hand again: "How much love and hate can your stone heart still feel?"
In an instant, he discerned Wen Wen's weakness.
Attacked fiercely.
