"My fate weighs heavily..."
"Heh..."
"My fate weighs heavily..."
Ji Li smiled complicatedly. He raised his right hand, hooked two fingers lightly backward, and a tall, thin Black-clothed person stepped out of the shadows.
When the Black-clothed person was exposed to the seven-colored light, its pale-skinned, black-clothed ghostly figure began trembling strangely, as if something unseen were exerting an influence upon it.
Its hollow pupils began expanding outward, as though it had been granted emotions unique to the living in that instant, giving it distinctly human-like details.
As its pupils widened, its body trembled more violently, like chaff in a sieve. Yet it showed no fear and even took a step forward on its own, without Ji Li's command.
It was as though a scene existed before the Black-clothed person's eyes that only it could see.
Even as a supervisor belonging to Tiannan Academy of Drama, it could not remain indifferent before this scene. There was a faintly human-like anticipation and longing within it.
Ji Li silently watched this unfold. With a flip of his left hand, a slender blade flashed forth, its gleam slashing straight toward the Black-clothed person's wide-open eyes.
"Hiss..."
The sound of eyeballs being sliced open by the sharp blade resembled a thin snake flicking its tongue. Yet this slash cut through more than just its eyes—it also cut through its line of sight and space itself.
Stage Sword was a Sin Object, but Ji Li could not use it.
Yet even without being able to unleash its effects, the sword itself possessed formidable Supernatural Power. Wielded through brute force alone, it could tear apart supernatural forces, destroy barriers, and sever space.
This was not Ji Li's first time using its passive power.
But this time, what Ji Li wanted to cut open was not a