Meanwhile, the teacher did not stop moving. Standing in the center of the gymnasium, he rapidly sketched new lines in the air with the brush in his hand. Ye Qian could feel the oppressive force throughout the space intensifying once more with his movements, as though the gymnasium itself were shifting along with him.
"Quite interesting."
Though Ye Qian was not handling this easily, she felt no pressure at all.
After all, only one of her many clones was fighting this old man.
The extreme increase in her own strength over this period was no mere illusion.
Rip—
Pfft!
Several fine threads flashed as they intertwined, and the teacher's movements stalled instinctively, as though he had been intimidated by that power for an instant.
"An interesting little girl."
The teacher smiled faintly, a trace of approval flashing through his eyes before they turned cold again. "But your struggle is futile."
With that, he swept his brush again, and the painting on the western side of the library—a painting of a pitch-black forest—began to change.
The trees twisted like demonic claws, while suffocating poisonous mist filled the air.
As the scene in the painting emerged, the gymnasium floor began to transform, seemingly becoming an extension of that forest. The ground beneath Ye Qian's feet turned into thick mud, and streams of black mist rose from the earth, winding around her legs and trying to drag her underground.
"Hm!"
The teacher realized that this girl seemed completely unafraid in the face of his formidable ability.
Ye Qian pointed a finger, and an intense beam of light shot through the air, blasting the plants growing across the floor.
Boom!
However...
The plants seemed endless, and the black mist continued eroding her defenses.
Her gaze locked onto the painting. Holding her breath, she condensed