The surrounding air seemed to grow colder with her presence, the already overcast sky becoming even more somber. Threads of cold wind spiraled and howled beside her, emitting sounds like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, adding an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
At this moment, she keenly caught the instant when Bai Zhi's defense showed a slight gap. The corner of her mouth slightly curled up, her smile like the most piercing frost in winter, exuding a bone-chilling ruthlessness, seemingly able to freeze all warmth in the world.
Her smile was like a black flower blooming in the night, exuding a deadly allure and dangerous aura, chilling to the bone.
She moved with a light grace, each step silent as a ghost, like a phantom.
In her hand, she tightly gripped the Centipede Whip, its spectral and sinister glow flickering in the dim light struggling to penetrate the haze.
The glow seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an endless ghostly aura.
