Yuanen Yehui's eyes began to grow vacant as she walked step by step into the darkness.
A frenzied, icy will rapidly invaded her sea of consciousness. Intense slaughter, bloodlust, and other negative emotions surged in alongside it, merging with her sea of consciousness.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. Her mother was gone, and she was still in the room.
Her aura became incomparably gloomy, deeper than the night outside.
A faint purple radiance flowed from her dark violet eyes, while an aura thick with death emanated from her body.
Behind her, a pair of enormous wings slowly emerged, curved horns grew from her head, and all nine Soul Rings were dyed purplish-black.
"Roar!"
A low roar came from her mouth. She stood, silently pushed open the window, and drew all the dark energy into her body, cutting herself off from the outside world.
She swept her gaze around, then leaped into the air as the wings behind her beat fiercely.
The next instant, she shot into the sky and sped toward the distance.
She moved at astonishing speed, her body shrouded in purplish-black light. The surrounding space twisted slightly as power from another world continuously poured into her body.
The sensation felt wonderful to her. Her strength was steadily rising.
On a snowy slope in the distance, Xiling watched the scene, with the stunned Yuanen Zhentian standing beside him.
Why was he stunned? There was no other reason than the fact that Xiling had merely said to the sky, "I'll leave it to you."
And Plane Power had truly descended. Since when could Plane Power be mobilized so easily?
Could he be the Plane Master?
All kinds of doubts flooded Yuanen Zhentian's mind.
"Let's go, Titan Douluo." Xiling's voice rang out. He turned around, and a spatial gate appeared before