Green Flame emerged.
With a thought from Wei Yang, Green Flame flew out, swelling in the wind and covering the immobile Mandala.
Perhaps at this moment, Mandala vaguely realized that these two truly bore her no ill will.
After all, given their strength, if they truly wished to harm her, there was no need for such trouble.
Thus, she widened her golden eyes and watched helplessly as Green Flame spread across her body, then transformed into countless tiny flames that drilled into her body through every pore.
As Green Flame entered her body, the expected searing pain did not come. Instead, a warm feeling welled up within her.
It was as though she were soaking in the warm Spring of Life.
And when those tiny green arcs of lightning darted through her flesh and meridians, they brought a tingling numbness that felt exceptionally comfortable.
Mandala was astonished. What kind of miraculous flame was this, to be so full of vitality?
Even with her origins and knowledge, this was the first time she had seen anything like it.
But immediately afterward, her expression changed drastically.
For as Green Flame surged in, the curse that had constantly entangled and tortured her seemed to sense the danger and began to riot.
"Ah~"
A pained cry tinged with fear escaped Mandala's throat.
The cursed power spread throughout her flesh erupted completely. Black, savage thorns burst out from her body one after another, baring their claws and fangs in a terrifying sight.
The thorns were covered in strange patterns that carried a hint of bewitching beauty.
Mandala's consciousness began to blur.
This was the aftermath of a curse outbreak. It would gradually rob her of consciousness and plunge her into a coma, which was why she normally hid at the bottom of the Great Luo