The spacious hall was in complete disarray, with snow-white fox tails fluttering about.
At this moment, Roger and Sword Master Funiu subdued their energy fluctuations to an extreme, standing stiffly in a corner, their gazes hesitating to even land on the woman who had walked in.
"Even with just a sliver of consciousness, you still instinctively put up a struggle."
"How many times must we repeat this before you give up?"
She stretched out her slender palm, and on the edge of her cheek, a red pattern flashed briefly.
Roger was very familiar with this power; he had seen it on Higurashi Gushan before—it was the power of the Nekomata Guardian Spirit, the Way of the Asura.
His heartbeat had stopped, and blood no longer flowed; at this moment, there were no signs of life in Roger.
Of course, this alone wasn't enough; now, an additional energy surged within Sword Master Funiu and him.
It was the ability of the Nine-tailed Fox.
Illusion.
"Look at what you've made of this place."
