The ground was covered with black Light Swords, and Ning Zhewan's body was pierced by several of them, propping him up until his head was level with Wen Wen's.
By then, Ning Zhewan's body had grown more than twice its original size, but his face remained the same size, surrounded by variously sized, twisted faces.
These faces were both male and female, each bearing resentment too thick to dissolve.
His power had greatly increased compared to before, but the effect of the resentment was not powerful enough to defy the heavens. Ultimately, Ning Zhewan's endurance had its limits, and he still couldn't resist Wen Wen.
Wen Wen found a willow branch, then took out a small bottle of Holy Water, dipping the branch in it briefly before sprinkling some onto Ning Zhewan's body, which emitted puffs of white smoke.
"Holy Water has some effect on purifying resentment, but it has limited use. It would be better if my little angel hadn't fallen."