Luo Wangshu felt that there seemed to be a strange power surging inside the Supreme Divine Heart, as if something was awakening.
The surface of the Divine Artifact, originally like porcelain, suddenly sprouted countless fine blood threads, creeping silently along Luo Wangshu's arm as she touched it, and probing into her veins.
"Hmm?" Luo Wangshu was startled, instinctively wanting to unleash Sword Intent to resist, cutting through and breaking free from the entangling and binding of these strange blood threads.
However, these blood-colored threads carried an indescribable chill and aggression, not only tightly wrapping around her wrist but also instantaneously spreading to her shoulders, infiltrating deep into her heart along her veins.
Luo Wangshu felt a cold air rising from within her body, rapidly spreading throughout, as if countless fine needles were traversing her bloodstream, attempting to absorb and strip away her body's vital essence, along with her soul and spirit.
