The Traitor

Black, eerie runes writhed and flowed like living things, densely packed and blotting out the sky. In almost an instant, they enveloped the entire territory of the Spirit-Devouring Clan.

The runes emitted a ghostly light that made hearts quail, linking and intertwining with one another like a colossal spiderweb that imprisoned all things between heaven and earth.

The grayish-white mist silently receded, as though dispersed by some invisible force—or as though it had chosen to retreat three paces on its own.

Ruo Xuan's pretty face turned somewhat pale. The demonic power radiance that had once shimmered around her brow vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she felt the hollow emptiness within her body, and a flicker of undisguised horror passed through her eyes.

Ruo Xuan cried out, "My power is gone."

Her voice carried a trace of disbelief.

She had been born into the Dark Dragon Clan, with exceptionally pure dragon blood flowing through her veins. By all reason, no matter how powerful an array was, it should not have been able to strip away the demonic power she had been born with.

It was not merely the source of her strength, but the imprint of her bloodline—an instinct carved into the depths of her bones and blood.

Yet at this moment, her demonic power was completely sealed, as if firmly bound by invisible chains. No matter how she tried to stir it, she could not sense even the slightest trace of it.

Right now, she was like an ordinary person utterly devoid of strength. Even breathing had become labored.

Beside her, the Black Jade Qilin's gaze flickered, the shifting light of the runes filling those deep, shadowed eyes.

After a moment of silence, he said gravely, "You haven't lost your power. You're