"To be honest with you, madam, I am but a humble ghost cultivator..."
Before Song Yan could finish his sentence, he felt his body lose weight, his feet beginning to dangle in mid-air.
The Empress's figure, like a nightmare ghost, suddenly grew taller and taller, until she reached the high palace ceiling, bending slightly at the back, with her head leaning forward, looking down.
Her body instantly swelled hundreds of times, transforming into a terrifying giant; her beautiful facial features ripped apart, as if the skin could not withstand the immense force, with her eyes, nose, and lips skewed in every direction, terrifying beyond words.
The once brightly lit Fengning Palace was suddenly plunged into darkness.
The light... was entirely blocked by this gigantic body.
Two sharp fingers, grabbing Song Yan like a small ant, showed a ghastly smile on her distorted face, her voice hoarse and strange.
