The ground rapidly underwent changes, like snowfields under the spring sun melting away, soon followed by ripples spreading like water patterns, forming a counterclockwise swirling vortex.
It resembled a marsh, yet also a bottomless abyss. A cold and chilling evil wind surged out of the vortex.
It felt like countless vengeful spirits and beastly cries lingered around the ears, causing one's soul to shudder in terror.
Yue Jinghua did not hesitate for a moment and leaped alone into the vortex.
In pitch darkness, as if in an endless abyss where time stood still, Yue Jinghua felt like an airplane speeding through the atmosphere, every part of her body highly taught, ready to shatter at the slightest collision.
The darkness ahead began to change, giving rise to masses of ceaselessly tumbling black Evil Qi.
