"You can't defeat me. Accept your defeat and be my slave for the rest of your life. At most, I'll just use you as a toilet every night. This should be an honor for you," Yun Che said mockingly as he looked at Ling Ziyan, who was lying on the ground in her own blood.
She was still alive, but every bone in her body was shattered. She no longer had the strength to fight, and it was clear that she had completely lost this battle.
"Heh, so I really lost?" She closed her eyes and unleashed the power that had been sealed deep within her.
"Ha, finally realized it, huh?" What she saw was a miniature mist, featureless and devoid of any characteristics of a living being.
Just a simple black mist. The only strange thing about it was that it could speak, though it didn't seem particularly odd to Ling Ziyan.
"In exchange for giving me power, what do you want?" Her tone was cold and emotionless. It was clear that the defeat at the hands of Yun Che had dealt her a heavy blow.
