You Ying God!
Su Youzhu couldn't even tell if this was reality or an illusion. She reversed her grip and stabbed a woman in the head, then flickered ghost-like onto the snow, retreating with the steps of a master, yet her feet instantly froze again.
Because she once again bumped into a cold embrace, pale hands entwined with floral vines gently touched her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the woman's pale, eerily smiling face.
The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword dripped with black blood, proving her previous strike had not missed its mark.
What she heard and saw was no illusion, but reality.
The scene felt like a curse; she could feel her soul withering and her vast spirituality draining away like a flood, while a woman's mournful lament filled her ears with ancient grief and malice, like a malevolent witch cursing the world.
The most despairing part was when the woman even stuck out her tongue to lick her neck!
