On the single-log bridge.
Zhao Yibing moved with elegant composure, her voice like jade beads falling onto a platter:
"Your examination grounds are surrounded by a massive magical barrier that constantly monitors every candidate."
"It took me some effort to cast a spell like this that could screen out the magical barrier."
Whoosh-
A fierce wind erupted from her, stirring up clouds of dust.
An intense sense of foreboding filled the surroundings.
The monsters prowling in the water dared not linger here and all fled in panic.
Shen Ye's expression changed too.
At that moment.
An appraisal trait appeared above Zhao Yibing's head:
"Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison, usurper of worlds, Curse Spirit King, the star that commands the corruption of all souls."
"This trait must not be spoken. Any mortal who hears it will have it implanted in their memory, fall under its sway, and ultimately stray from their original destiny."
"Bodily rejection reaction in progress."
"This being inhabits this mortal's body as a parasite. Within this world, she requires more blood and souls to unlock greater powers."
Shen Ye nearly broke out in a cold sweat.
That powerful?
There's absolutely no room to fight back.
Zhao Yibing's feet lifted slightly off the ground, and she floated in midair.
"Now we can settle things without any worries. What do you think?"
She spoke unhurriedly.
Beside her, the Skinner whipped out his dagger and shouted:
"Prepare to die!"
Shen Ye whipped out his phone and shouted in turn:
"Tell me, just what are you?"
The two across from him both looked at him.
Shen Ye said loudly:
"Check your own phones-there's a signal."
With a peculiar expression, the Skinner took out his phone and checked. Sure enough, it had a signal.
Zhao Yibing chuckled and shook her head:
"How