Potions carefully approached the dark bubble, treading lightly as if walking on thin ice.
The dark bubble was firmly controlled by six columns of light, appearing deceptively calm, as if it had been floating there for a very long time.
"You're too slow, didn't you eat? Move a bit faster!"
Hearing Yang Yu shouting, Iyas felt her blood boil.
Do you know how much courage it took for me to walk over there? It's easy to talk when you're not the one on the line.
Due to her sensitivity to darkness, every step Iyas took sent shivers down her spine. She suppressed the urge to run away and painstakingly moved closer step by step.
She was already giving it her all, yet Yang Yu heartlessly told her to stride forward confidently. How could she not be angry?
She wished she could shoot an arrow at Yang Yu's knees, and if she missed, pin him down and force the arrow through his knee to let him experience the agony.
She could think that, but she could only think it.
