Han Kong!

The sword-ship that was stuck on the ground shone with dark light that looked like flowing water. The moment the gigantic woman’s face formed by the statue of the God of Berserkers crashed into it, the dark light immediately shuddered and gradually stopped flowing. It started showing signs of freezing.

At the same moment, the color on the giant woman’s face started rapidly darkening. It looked as if it had used up most of its energy in the span of a few breaths. Judging by the rate of its color diminished, it looked like it could not completely make the dark light on the giant sword-ship stop flowing.

The speed of the dark light freezing had also started slowing down. Some of the spots that had already frozen up even started showing signs of recovering, beginning to flow once more.

Yan Luan’s eyes flashed where she stood at the center of the woman’s brows. There was a regretful look in her eyes as she lifted her hands and touched the woman’s face with her fingers.