Who Said Auspicious Fortune Could Only Buff? This Claw Might Kill You!

The Ancestral Qilin's [Five-Element Auspicious Radiance Halo] spread out, and the Six-Winged Angel phantom behind Qian Renxue suddenly trembled.

It was not suppression.

It was resonance.

Auspicious radiance and Angel's Holy Light converged within her. The two powers stacked, and Qian Renxue's Soul Power broke through an invisible barrier, surging higher and higher.

Attack, defense, speed—every attribute rose at once, by far more than any support soul skill could provide.

What shook her even more was that the strand of [Fallen Heaven Power] that had always lurked within her was forcefully suppressed into the deepest part of her soul beneath the Ancestral Qilin's auspicious radiance.

It was not merely suppression.

It was purification.

That dark power that eroded her mind was being stripped away and dissolved, thread by thread.

Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly.

This feeling was a hundred times stronger than the [Seven-Colored Scale Crystal] Su Chen had given her. The scale crystal dulled the pain, while the Ancestral Qilin's halo was removing the root of the disease.

She could not help glancing sideways at Su Chen.

He stood before the Ancestral Qilin, his profile illuminated by seven-colored holy light. His expression was calm, as though victory was already in hand.

Qian Renxue quickly turned back and tightened her grip on the Angel Sword.

Finish this first.

Everything else could wait.

Yet her palms were slick with sweat.

At the other end of the battlefield, the [Zombie Bear King] let out a terrified howl from the depths of its soul beneath the Ancestral Qilin's pressure. Its thirty-meter-tall black body instinctively curled up, and its ghostly green flames flickered violently. The undead had no emotions, but beastly instincts remained. Before a 990,000-year Ancestral Qilin, the fear etched into its bloodline ran deeper than death itself.

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