The Light Elf, clad in a golden dress, had radiant golden Spiritual Flow fluttering on either side of her shoulder blades, forming a pair of Elf Wings.
With the tremor of the Elf Wings, her figure flickered and in an instant, she arrived in front of Xia Feng, her staff sparkling with the light of madness as she raised it high, ready to stab towards Xia Feng's brow.
But in the very moment she raised her hand, time seemed to stop, leaving only the ravaging Spiritual Flow in the surrounding sea of flames.
Her magnificent golden pupils slowly expanded, reflecting the man's K mask.
"Optimization—"
The calm male voice was like someone whispering seductively in her ear, and with a jolt, her Spiritual Body began to sublimate involuntarily.
Waves of indefinable pleasure traveled up from her tailbone along her spine to her nerves.
[Optimization successful—]
