From his crouched position behind the shattered balustrade, Tang Lin pressed his chest so hard against the cold, pulverized marble that he could barely draw breath, his heart battered against his ribs like a trapped beast in an iron cage.
Tang Lin stared at Shen Ying, eyes wide in shock.
What is that?!
Since when can Shen Ying do that?!
The sight before his eyes completely broke whatever knowledge he knew from his entire previous life.
In his past life, Tang Lin had witnessed the terrifying ascent of Shen Haoran's inner circle from afar.
He knew every major powerhouse who marched beneath the banner of the Shen Clan and the ARC.
Even though Shen Ying was an undisputed demon on the battlefield, a heartless alchemist whose name made whole coalitions of sects weep in terror, that renown had been forged not from her combat prowess.
