Lv Luo

She recalled the scene, where the Young Master used his own blood to draw a sword talisman. His fair face became even more pale and without color of blood.

It was then when he told her sternly that if the situation did not necessarily demand it, please do not use it.

Given that the people wanted to destroy the temple and her divine power was fading away like waves, it seemed like it was the time.

The wishes of the masses from before now all turned into curse and hatred, hatred as she could not chase away the demon, hatred because she did not admit defeat and hatred because she offended the demon. The hatred swallowed away her divine power, and it pained her greatly.

She felt it before, but as a deity, she needed not to care about pain.

At this moment in time, she felt it, and it was saddening.