บท 894: This Is... My Fate!

The wild banshee's armor split apart, and the countless vines hissed as if they had been soaked in boiling oil. It looked like they were suffering a pain that was a hundred times more intense than when they were pierced through by a stalactite.

Deep inside her crystal-clear right eye, even the crimson brilliance, which had seemingly been lit by blood as fuel, was occupied by crazy surging black again.

Like a rusty machine, "Lu Siya" struggled to move her right arm inch by inch.

However, she did not pull out the stalactite that had been inserted into her shoulder blade. Instead, she spread out her fingers and grabbed the gap between the mask and the helmet, which was as thin as a strand of hair.

Rip!

Crack!

She broke the right half of the mask and tore it off!

"Sister Ya?"

Meng Chao stared at her with his mouth agape.