The black claw pierced through the mist, reaching into this world from the chaotic void.
The Demon Princess gathered a large amount of spiritual power to resist, but unfortunately, she was within the array, and most of her strength was being drained. Moreover, she couldn't leave easily and found herself unable to repel the intrusion instantly.
"Roar roar roar!!"
The black shadow seemed to be enduring intense pain; the skin on the hand that reached in was constantly peeling and regenerating, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.
"Demon Princess! You can't stop me anymore!"
Finally, the figure tore a larger gap in the gray mist and forced its head inside.
Zhang Xiaoman saw a face reduced to ghastly white bones; its flesh had fallen off as it squeezed in, and the array was exerting strong pressure on it—the siege seemed to still pose some challenge.
