The painter's breathing became heavy.
She was no longer calm, and her eyes gradually surged with intense murderous intent.
It's normal to feel such hatred when everything admired, family, and hometown were destroyed by the Angel Envoy, isn't it?
Bai Fu said: "So, Painter, do you wish for me to help you deal with the Angel Envoy who's descended?"
The painter shook her head: "I will deal with the Angel Envoy myself."
"Then..."
"This [Painter's Whisper] is something I researched based on Mei Li's studies; it's essentially the last thing Mei Li left in this world."
The painter suddenly stood up, leaned forward with her upper body, pressing her hands on the stone table.
"What I'm planning to exchange it for... is your life!"
The moment the words fell, above the earth, below the sky, within the dust, clusters of Spiritual Energy flames rose out of thin air, and as the fire burned, the whole world changed.
The flourishing idyllic countryside disappeared, replaced by stormy ruins.
