Nephis stretched out her palm in confusion.
When she channelled her Qi Energy into the other party's body, it resonated and blended with the other person's blood. During this process, she always felt an awe-inspiring and terrifying sense of oppression.
Disdain, indifference, cruelty.
As long as one stayed with Leoz, they would feel that supreme sense of oppression.
It was like a child facing their elders, a fragile modern city resident facing a savage, primitive monster's fear.
Completely superior, the other party could crush her with the slightest dissatisfaction.
But now, her hands were stained with Leoz's blood, and she didn't feel scared at all.
It was as if what stained her hands wasn't blood but tomato juice.
... Something's not right.
Nephis, who had always followed orders from her superiors, suddenly had the awareness to think independently.
'I was never supposed to think, never supposed to have my own soul... But what am I doing now?'
