The four fully liberated aberrants were worlds apart from the black general Meng Ying currently controlled, just in terms of their auras alone.
The female high school student in the long robe with a painted mask wore an expression of disbelief.
"Are you crazy?"
"Your limit is supporting three fully liberated aberrants at the same time."
"You've released four at once now. Aren't you afraid they'll backlash against you?"
Bai? whispered.
"Afraid. How could I not be?"
"But if I stop moving forward because I'm afraid, how am I supposed to catch up to him and stay by his side?"
"Besides, I believe that if there's any danger, he'll protect me, just like he did during everything we went through before."
"Once I think of that, I'm not so afraid anymore."
"Right now, I'm trying to surpass my limit. I'm experiencing something entirely new, and this will become new experience for me."
"What about you?"
"Do you dare take this step?"
Meng Ying clenched both hands. "I have the same experience and strength as you. Since you can do it, so can I!"
She looked toward the black general. That mirrored figure, resembling the Headless General, suddenly raised its greatsword. Pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air and gathered in midair, forming a gigantic black dragon.
At the same time, the irregular darkness, the black bone gate, and the pitch-black Paper Figure appeared one after another.
Meng Ying also released four aberrants and had them undergo complete liberation.
But at that moment, she sensed a thick, paste-like stench of blood from the black general. The aura rushed straight into her nose.
In an instant, Meng Ying seemed to find herself in a flesh-and-blood hell. Everywhere she looked, corpses were piled into mountains, while Blood Plasma had dyed the earth dark