Crash! A crisp sound rang out.
The fan opened, revealing the design painted on the iron fan.
It was a beautiful woman dressed in a black gauzy dress.
Her hair was jet-black and shiny, cascading like a waterfall behind her, her hands slender and long, nails sharp as needles with purple light glinting at her fingertips.
The moment the iron fan unfolded, the woman in the design seemed to come alive, stepping out from the fan.
On closer observation, one could see her body was illusory and insubstantial, like a wisp of smoke.
"What is that!" Liou Yuan frowned.
Liou Yuan, who had seldom fought with demon cultivators, had never seen such a method of controlling characters in a painting, and a sense of caution quietly rose in his heart.
The timely voice of Wei Miaomeng sounded below, reminding Liou Yuan.
"Be careful, that's the Soul-Devouring Demoness refined by Feng Yongkang from countless Primordial Yin, extremely adept at spiritual sense attacks."
