The trembling earth, the bloodthirsty thorns breaking through the ground, carrying a gloomy aura, the dark blue petals dancing in the sky, coupled with the desolate shadowy aura permeating between heaven and earth, instantly formed a hideous purgatory painting.
Ordinary people, faced with such a scene, would definitely be scared out of their wits.
However, looking at this purgatory-like scene, Asar, surrounded by the bloody thorns, did not feel fear.
It was not because she had become numb from previous jealousy and fear...
Surrounded by the rich force of shadows, her heart, inexplicably, felt at ease.
Because at this moment, Asar was very clear, these thorns, although violent and brutally tearing the people of Sky City into pieces, bore no malice towards her, even vigilantly surrounding her and protecting her.
