But strength was meaningless at this moment. Therefore, what was truly important is that the woman had been continuously accumulating her emotions, layer upon layer, by wielding the momentum of her sword!
The act of drawing the sword required one's utmost heart and soul. As the power of the sword built up, so did the emotions. When the momentum of the sword burst forth, the emotions would explode as well.
At the moment when the third wave of Stacked Waves was unleashed, the flames in Zhang Junxue's heart suddenly expanded, engulfing herself, dissolving the coldness on her body, and piercing the sky!
The flames rose up, so dazzling in the desolate darkness as if to illuminate everything.
But in the next moment, it lost its resolute determination to shatter everything and its direction. It was at a loss of where to go.