Si Lingle no longer evaded, but instead clasped her hands together, with a burst of silver light from her palms: "Freeze!" The space within a few meters solidified instantly, like water turning to ice.
Several guards along with their long spears were forcibly fixed in mid-air.
"Shatter!" With a clear shout, the solidified space shattered, those guards fixed in place along with the space itself transformed into silver shards.
Almost simultaneously, the space behind her silently split open, a ghostly claw slashed at Si Lingle's throat like lightning!
Si Lingle did not turn her head, her figure slightly blurred, leaving a clear spatial afterimage in place.
The claw passed through the afterimage.
Her true body had appeared behind the ghost, her finger pointing like a knife, with high-frequency oscillating fine spatial ripples at her fingertips silently stabbing into the ghost's core.
