This bastard, his reactions are so sharp, he detected my spell the moment I barely thought of casting it. Jenna's hands were trembling, the aftermath of Thunderstrike made her hands somewhat uncontrollable, but her Neglecter talent had no issues whatsoever.
It seems I need to resort to some other method!
Thinking this, Jenna took out a small bottle from her personal space; the bottle contained a pitch-black liquid that was constantly changing shape inside. This liquid was the blood of some ancient terrifying creature, a life form unto itself. Anyone touched by this blood would be immediately and completely devoured. But at the moment, she had already tamed the entire creature in the liquid, making it serve her.
She opened the bottle and let the blood flow onto the ground. The Arena's ground was already dyed in various colors from different blood, and such a patch of liquid was hardly noticeable in it.