(Secret Headquarters Of The Crimson Demon Sect)
(Hidden Mountain Range- Temple of Agar)
Xu Lu took in a few deep breaths and stepped back. The murderous feeling in her heart slowly faded away and she was able to think more rationally.
What was going on?
How did she have the ability to see those golden threads? What were the golden threads?
This was an ability that she possessed even before she became demonic cultivator, and she was fairly certain that there was no spiritual technique with such bizarre effects.
Maybe this power was from one of her past lives?
But that had enormous implications… did she have other powers as well or just this one?
How was she supposed to use this strange energy?
A loud rumbling noise shook the entire underground arena and Xu Lu had to plant both feet firmly on the ground to stop herself from falling down.
