Yuanen Yehui: Aunt?

"What?!"

Yuanen Yehui's pupils suddenly contracted, her face filled with disbelief.

Although her Hell Gate was not her strongest Spirit Skill, it was still one of her most powerful abilities. It could summon demons to suppress her opponent's combat strength, or split into demonic clones to launch a pincer attack. It had rarely failed her in past battles.

Yet this Black-Robed Person had dispersed it with a casual wave of his hand?!

"Who exactly are you?" Yuanen Yehui's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.

That tremor did not stem from fear, but from the strange power her opponent had displayed, as well as a certain familiar sensation within it that made her heart pound.

She could clearly sense that the dark-purple soul power the other party had unleashed contained an aura sharing the same origin as her Fallen Angel Martial Soul. Like two rivers flowing from the same source, even if they ran in different directions, they still possessed an inseverable connection.

The Black-Robed Person who had acted earlier spoke in a low voice. "Hui Ye, it seems you weren't mistaken. This little girl really is a bearer of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul. But I never expected her to have Twin Martial Souls. That talent is truly remarkable!"

The Black-Robed Person called Hui Ye did not respond. She merely stood there in silence.

Though the expression in those eyes beneath the hood's shadow could not be seen clearly, they seemed capable of piercing through every obstruction as they stared fixedly at the dark-purple wings behind Yuanen Yehui.

Even the air seemed to carry the complex emotions roiling within that gaze—nostalgia for the past, indescribable complication, and a faint warmth that was almost impossible to grasp?

All those emotions intertwined into an invisible pressure that made Yuanen Yehui increasingly uneasy.