Nan Ge walked up to Kai Er, looking him over from left to right. This crude use of soul-force threads was different from what she specialized in, and she relaxed slightly.
This Wang Dong really was incredibly, incredibly strong.
Strong to the point of having no friends.
Though he still could not compare to her, among ordinary people he was already worthy of being called a monster.
Nan Ge noticed that Wang Dong's physical strength was extraordinarily powerful, nearly on the same level as a troll.
"If one counted carefully, he's practically a humanoid troll. Interesting. I never thought I'd encounter something like this in this world too."
It had already been over thirty years since she descended into this world.
During those thirty years, especially the first ten years when she had been laying her foundations, she had spent nearly every day in the torment of fear and anxiety.
After narrowly escaping death time and again, she had finally relied on her past knowledge and experience to make a name for herself in an organization called the Black Bell Alliance, earning the focused cultivation of its upper-echelon experts.
Then, after absorbing the Black Bell Alliance's nourishment, she killed the teacher who had tried to rape her, killed the many experts who had come to hunt and besiege her, and in one stroke established her title as the world's strongest Spirit Communicator.
Though there had been twists and hardships, this descent had already gone quite smoothly for her.
She still remembered descending into a world of the same level once before, where she had spent over ten thousand years as an earthworm. She had finally struggled back into human form, only to find that the world's hierarchy of power was incomparably rigid.
All her past experience and knowledge had been