God's descent (57) _1

An indescribable power spread from her body to her limbs and bones. It was a familiar dark aura, and the feeling of being full of power made her happy.

However, Fu min furrowed his brows slightly.

5%?

Only 5%.

.. Forget it, 5% was enough. The power of her original body was too terrifying. If she rashly used too much, she was afraid it would cause the small world to collapse.

Suddenly, Fu Shang opened up her arms and her expression changed. Her aura changed as well. Her usual lazy and lazy demeanor slowly turned into a murderous aura. In the blink of an eye, she reached out her hand and a huge black scythe appeared in her hand.

The black sickle was like a crescent moon, and its blade was extremely sharp. Irregular blue ripples rippled on its surface from time to time. This was clearly a sign that it was unable to suppress the violent power.