HISS—
Amid the chaos, the sound of venting steam was particularly distinct.
As Ji Shenyun exhaled a turbid breath, billows of scorching white steam poured from the pores of her body.
She lowered her head, a flicker of impatience in her eyes as she looked at the translucent golden chains emerging from her heart.
Perhaps she had released too much power at once, leaving her with no energy to suppress the Golden Sun Divine Seal within her. Now, the feeling of being shackled and confined was returning.
'My Cultivation has also temporarily dropped to the Foundation Establishment realm...'
"Cough, cough... Now, our Cultivation levels are about the same."
Pei Yuhang emerged, looking somewhat disheveled, from a collapsed building. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth; clearly, Ji Shenyun's Capital City-shaking punch had dealt him a significant injury.
Even so, there wasn't the slightest hint of retreat in his eyes as he looked at Ji Shenyun.
