Wu Ping stared blankly at Ji Lingruo, whose face was as cold as ice, and couldn't help but recall that day. A hand had climbed up the edge of a well, terrifying everyone like a ghostly woman falling into the mist.
The girl who had always been held in You Su's arms jumped out, still holding the unconscious You Su.
She looked coldly at everyone present, and without a word, charged forward. Under her hand, everyone's life was as easily torn as rice paper, and the gushing blood stained the white mist with a hellish red. Only Qi Daodong, fleeing desperately, barely managed to save the two of them.
At that time, there was also a cloud of black aura surrounding the girl.
This forced Wu Ping to remain vigilant, but to his surprise, before the girl made a move, You Su immediately stood up and attacked again.
His murderous intent seemed to have materialized, and he stepped forward to swing his sword once more, with a majestic momentum.
