As Lesser Siming's divine soul began possessing her, Xiao Yi's body underwent an astonishing transformation.
Her eyes gradually grew deep and bright, and her bearing changed in that instant. Her former cool aloofness became solemn and Divinity, radiant with majestic authority.
The same bluish-white light began emanating around her body. Its faint glow gradually spread, enveloping everything nearby in a sacred aura.
At that moment, Xiao Yi became a true Deity Envoy. As she faced the panic-stricken assassins, her gaze held only an indifference as still as an ancient well.
An immense, suffocating pressure descended from the heavens.
"All of you, stand back!"
At her command, everyone stopped fighting and withdrew, even Ou Ya, who had completely gained the upper hand and was about to kill his opponent.
The assassins witnessed this scene with horror written across their faces, their hearts gripped by profound shock.
As they gazed at Lesser Siming's majestic, sacred figure, it was as though they were beholding the greatest power in the world.
Terror nearly tore their souls from their bodies. Their spiritual senses screamed warnings, and they began retreating in panic.
"What is that thing?" the Hell Horse Soul Saint asked hoarsely, an involuntary tremor creeping into his voice.
"Who cares what it is? There's something terribly unnatural about this girl. Let's go!" Thorn, the Soul Saint, had already turned around, trying to flee this terrifying place.
Yet Lesser Siming's gaze had already locked onto them. Their fate was sealed.
Xiao Yi gently raised her right hand and extended her index finger, pointing its tip precisely at the Hell Horse Soul Saint and Thorn ahead.
Behind her, an enormous phantom of Lesser Siming raised its finger in unison, its long fingernail pointing in exactly the same direction as Xiao Yi's fingertip.
Xiao Yi closed her