A low hum emerged from Sura, starting at the position of her heart, layers of dark red light began to rise from every part of her body, forming a thin dark red membranous glow.
The Phoenix Feather had completely vanished, all the liquid having entered Sura's body. Phil Jackson's spirit floated mid-air, laughing proudly, "Sloan, you despicable wretch, did you expect this? You calculated against this girl, but it was I who outsmarted you. The struggle between us mentor and disciple has just begun. I wonder what it feels like to find out that the Black Phoenix Royal Bloodline you worked so hard to find has been destroyed by me? Oh, I see, you must have planned to use this Black Phoenix Royal Bloodline to tackle the Black Witch Soul at the very end. That means you must have also found the method to trigger this bloodline. Too bad, I didn't die. Since you didn't crush my spirit back then and I didn't become a White Witch Soul, how could I let you, my dear disciple, reap the benefits?"