Beneath the vault of heaven, a graceful figure stood tall.
Lin Yiyi lowered her gaze. A miniature Throne hovered above her fair, delicate palm, its base silver-white and wrapped in swirling currents of air, carrying an innate sense of lightness and grace.
The Wind Throne.
A Second Sequence offensive Throne.
It suited her especially well.
After gazing at the Throne for a moment, Lin Yiyi sat cross-legged and began refining it.
A hazy, clear radiance rippled outward. Divine light emerged from the Throne as wind and thunder howled, waves of sound rumbling while rapidly spiraling before Lin Yiyi. Rings of wind spread like ripples, and the silver-white Throne gradually turned transparent before transforming into a streak of light that entered her body.
With a clang.
Golden light collided with silver-white radiance, the two flickering and blending together.
The spiritual energy swirling around Lin Yiyi also began to change. Sharp silver-white hues gradually blended into the energy that had originally resembled golden gauze, like a glint of silver lighting up the tip of a golden spear, making it all the more peerlessly sharp and tempered.
When that wisp of silver-white light slowly faded into her chest.
"Phew..."
Lin Yiyi parted her cherry lips and exhaled slowly. She gradually opened her eyes. Her formerly gentle, girl-next-door features now carried a faint edge of sharpness. Her aura was imposing; even from afar, she radiated immense intimidation that made one's spirit tremble unconsciously.
She clenched her fist, and a sharp gale of force faintly stirred within her punch.
After successfully absorbing the Wind Throne, Lin Yiyi turned her gaze toward the two Lords before her... no, they were now two Thrones.
The two Lords had already been cut to death by the shadow.
Two miniature Thrones hovered above their corpses.
One was crystalline and