SHHHHH!
Countless specks of white powder drifted down from the sky, landing directly on Mo Qing's back. A faint white light pulsed obscurely where the powder touched her, but it was perhaps too subtle, and the situation too urgent, for anyone to notice.
Mo Qing's expression changed instantly. Her fair face grew flushed, her lips parted slightly, and her teeth clenched tight. Then, she collapsed to the ground.
A hint of madness glinted in Le Qian's eyes. He chuckled softly. "Now that you've been hit by the Corpse Condensing Powder, you won't be having an easy death."
After speaking, Le Qian turned his gaze to Yann Chuxue, who was still locked in a fierce battle nearby. A sharp glint appeared in his eyes. He had never seen a woman like her—not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but her every move was so refined it seemed otherworldly, completely detached from the mortal coil.
This only made the killing intent in Le Qian's heart flare even more intensely.
