Just then, a graceful, snow-white figure suddenly descended from the sky, landing on an exposed rock not far away.
Her black hair danced in the wind, a light veil hiding her face. Her elegant brows were dark as ink, and her eyes were clear, serene, and indifferent, seemingly devoid of all emotion.
Stains of blood, whether hers or someone else's, dotted the hem of her dress. With her arrival, the very air seemed to grow colder.
'What a beautiful woman…'
Ye Ming looked over, a deep sense of awe flashing in his eyes before he quickly suppressed the feeling.
He could clearly sense that the woman's power was far greater than his own.
Moreover, she seemed angry. Those clear, indifferent eyes were scanning the surroundings, as if searching for someone.
"This woman is far stronger than you. If you don't want to die, don't even think about getting any ideas. You won't even know what hit you…"
The blood-red figure slowly vanished from Ye Ming's palm.
