Outside the Ye Heavenly City.
The quiet mountain clearing erupted into a boiling sea of pure silver fire.
The tall cedar tree behind them was shredded to fine dust before the sound of splintering wood could even reach the rocks.
"Die!"
Wei Zhingyi roared as she launched herself at Ye Fan!
The nine silver tails behind her back flared open like giant, burning scythes, each one larger than a mountain range.
The icy medicine that Haoran had shoved down her throat had frozen the dirty aphrodisiac, but it had also ignited the fierce, ancient fire of her celestial fox lineage.
The shame of being touched, the humiliation of almost tearing off her own garments for a scheming worm, drove every drop of her recovered spiritual strength straight to the surface.
Her pupils narrowed into razor thin slits of silver, her claws growing long, sharp, and translucent like polished cold jade.
