But what she had not expected was that the moment her Code Blade collided with the black threads, it emitted a piercing crackle of electricity.
Pale blue light violently intertwined with black evil energy, bursting into countless tiny sparks of energy.
What caught Nymph even more off guard was that these seemingly delicate black threads were incredibly tough.
Her full-force strike not only failed to sever them, but she was even knocked back by a powerful recoil.
More frighteningly, the attacked black threads suddenly began to writhe violently.
The strands, originally as thin as hair, instantly swelled into a thick black pillar of light.
A terrifying evil consciousness surged madly into Wanda's body through the pillar, so fast that there was no time to react.
"Ugh!" Wanda suddenly let out a pained groan, her body trembling uncontrollably as her wine-red eyes were instantly swallowed by dense blackness.
Her once gentle aura vanished completely, replaced by suffocating evil and coldness.
In just an instant, her consciousness was completely suppressed by this sudden, terrifying presence, leaving her a mere spectator in her own body.
"Hehehe... You puny ants dare try to sever my connection with the Darkhold's heir?"
A strange smile curled across the controlled Wanda's lips, and her voice was no longer gentle.
Instead, it was filled with age and evil—it was the consciousness avatar of the evil god Chthon.
He slowly raised his right hand, gathering purple Dark Magic in his palm before viciously blasting it toward Nymph in the distance.
This magical attack was far more powerful than any move Wanda had used before, carrying an aura of utter destruction as it instantly sealed off all of Nymph's escape routes.
"W-what is going on?!" Nymph's pupils contracted sharply, her heart filled with shock and panic.
She had never expected