The corners of her crimson lips slowly curled into a faint smile.
What she wanted was to catch him off guard and make him pause.
Her powerless left hand had long been wrapped in purple light, with the air seemingly echoing with the buzzing sound of electricity. Mu Ge seized the unguarded moment of the Beiming Elder, and with no hesitation, her left hand crackling with electricity thrust towards the vital point of his heart.
Bang—!
The sound of the impact echoed in the cave.
Mu Ge felt as if her fist had struck steel, with pain like bone fractures in her fingers.
But, she was certain that she had hit the target!
"Ah—!" The excruciating pain forced Beiming Elder to let go of Mu Ge's collar and retreat. In front of him, his black robe had a large hole, the edges charred black.
Inside, his clothes were similarly torn, exposing his dry, thin skin. On the skin, there was a patch of black, faintly emitting a burnt smell.
