Ji Shenyun only plunged the mortals present deeper into despair.
A gale of Black Gold Gang Qi raged like a furious dragon, dissolving flesh and turning bone to ash wherever it passed.
Those once-valiant soldiers, renowned for their skill in battle, were turned into ghastly skeletons scattered across the ground before they could even let out a cry of pain.
Occasionally, a few stronger soldiers would break through the storm, but in front of Ji Shenyun, their iron armor was as fragile as soap bubbles.
She merely lifted a hand, her fingertips twitching slightly, and with a POP, those men would explode into a fine red mist, never even given a chance to struggle.
Ji Shenyun stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, her dark robes fluttering, yet not a single speck of dust stained them.
She tilted her head slightly, her abyss-like eyes sweeping coldly across the surroundings, as if searching for something.
"Pei Yuhang, where are you hiding?"
