บท 545: Chapter 235 My Sword Has Never Been Dull_2

Wayne's perception hadn't been tampered with; in his eyes, the energy around him fluctuated wildly as Juliet suddenly became frantic, moving haphazardly left and right.

Her black hair fluttered, turning into ghostly hands, releasing beams of dark energy.

The pure darkness was not Hell Power, but stemmed from the faith in the Dark Goddess; Wayne was unclear where Juliet had obtained this power but noticed that she was wide open, and her quivering white flesh was particularly conspicuous.

The Shadowmare plunged downward, and its ashen tentacles entwined Juliet's arms and neck, corroding her flesh and skin, corrupting the beauty's upper body into a sludge.

A muffled roar emanated from the spider's abdomen below, likely at the chest area connected to the beauty's upper body, as it suddenly gaped wide open, its fangs spewing venom, showering Wayne from head to toe.

The effect was mediocre, as the venom was neutralized by the Death Essence, unable to melt Wayne's flesh.