A rumbling echoed through the air as Yuna Ji kept dodging relentlessly. The situation had completely shifted—she could no longer approach Wraithshade and was forced to evade the red and green spells erupting from the sky. Her face twisted in disgust as she dodged.
Wraithshade’s hair moved like a swarm of grasping hands, weaving rapidly through the air, intertwining and forming bizarre symbols that quickly transformed into spells.
Yuna Ji was now suffering; gone was her earlier ease and confidence. Most of the time, all she could do was desperately dodge Wraithshade’s attacks.
That hair was exactly as dangerous as I’d seen before. Yuna Ji had pulled far away, still searching for a strategy.
“In an instant, I can stack dozens of spells. Impressive, isn’t it, Yuna Ji? Everything I’ve mastered over the years is far more precise than yours. Do you know why you always lose?”
Yuna Ji stood up, her eyes turning icy cold. The situation was precarious—she hadn’t yet used her instincts, but her ultimate instinct technique couldn’t be triggered lightly, as it would rapidly deplete her ghost energy. Her body had only just broken free from the shackles of the artificial soul and hadn’t fully recovered. As for her other instinct, I didn’t know what it was, and Yuna Ji had never spoken of it.
“Because you’re too weak.”
“You bastard.”
Yuna Ji cursed. At that moment, Tan Tian landed between them, raising both hands.
“If you want to fight, do it later. Wraithshade, I’m out of patience. Tell me...”
"Old man Tan Tian, move aside."
With a whoosh, Yuna Ji shot forward, gripping her spear. Seizing the opening, she instantly closed in on Wraithshade, thrusting her spear at him once again.
"The result is always the same, Yuna Ji. Just like before, whenever I unleash my true power, you—and your country—are doomed to perish."
As soon as Wraithshade finished speaking, his hair suddenly wrapped around him. When Yuna Ji's spear struck, the force was neutralized. I stared in shock—it was Lydia Luo's soul structure. Wraithshade must have used that unique composition, capable of deflecting most attacks.
A sinister rustling echoed as the hair began to writhe and twist with unnatural speed.
A chorus of buzzing sounds rang out. As Yuna Ji flew, strange black symbols materialized all around her—above, below, on every side. Instantly, black beams of light stitched them together in a web of supernatural power.
A sizzling crackle erupted as Yuna Ji screamed. I tried to rush over, but Tan Tian immediately blocked my way.
"It's over. The outcome is decided."
A sizzling sound echoed as black smoke billowed from Yuna Ji's body, her form slowly sinking to the ground.
"What was that just now?"