Li Jing stood upright, her eyes filled with determination, and her hands conjuring lethal moves, wielding various magic skills at will.
Or rather, it could no longer be called magic skills; there were no spells or gestures involved anymore, as whatever she thought was instantly executed.
Even creating a new skill was just a flick of her fingers away.
A vertical mark appeared on her forehead, revealing the shape of a finger upon closer inspection.
It was this finger that enabled her to remain within the origin space.
At this moment, a vertical eye-like rift flickered continuously behind Li.
This was the space-time rift at the position of the divine statue in the temple where the Great Witch of the Yuan Sovereign Clan once resided.
It was sealed by Mingzu in the past.
Yet somehow, it had reached the origin space, with its seal completely dissipated.
