Meanwhile, Su Ling'er's battle had reached a fever pitch.
"CRACKLE—!"
Sinister ghost flames and an eerie black Buddhist light clashed madly, devouring one another. Each collision produced a terrifying sound.
Besieged by dozens of cursed wraiths, she moved like a gray phantom. The Wooden Sword in her hand traced a series of deadly flourishes, relentlessly shredding the pouncing spirits.
However, the grotesque old monk was the true threat.
Its every attack forced Su Ling'er to respond with all her might, leaving gashes on her body deep enough to reveal bone.
Just then, the old monk attacked again!
This time, Su Ling'er made a bold move. She abandoned her Wooden Sword. With her palm wreathed in dense ghost flames, she neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the deadly Buddhist light head-on!
"BANG!"
The violent impact made her entire arm groan under the strain.
