Far away from the chaos that was unfolding, Xi Na stood amidst a group of demonic cultivators, her expression calm yet firm.
Hidden deep within her sea of consciousness, Glock'Nine remained silent but ever-watchful, concealed from the prying senses of the others.
She had mastered the art of hiding him, suppressing his presence so thoroughly that even the most perceptive among them would not notice the anomaly within her mind.
Before her lay the severed head of the Beauty Deva Squad's leader, its vacant eyes still frozen in shock, lips parted as though the man had been attempting to utter his final curse before death claimed him.
Blood still dripped from its ragged edges, pooling at her feet.
The sight was a statement, an irrefutable testament to her power and the fate that awaited those who dared challenge her and her group.