As the eerie, icy power was gradually stripped from Ye Lingyun's body, she felt as if she had broken free from an ice cellar. The chill receded, replaced by a wave of relief at having survived.
Ye Lingyun panted lightly, still shaken, her gaze fixed on the Evil Spirit before her. It had long, messy hair, its lower body was caked in filthy swamp mud, and it radiated an aura that made one's skin crawl.
'I originally wanted to use this as an opportunity to test my strength, to see if I could push my cultivation to the peak of the King's Realm by fighting this Evil Spirit.'
Only when she truly clashed with the Evil Spirit did she realize how naive she had been.
The Evil Spirit's strength wasn't just powerful—it was utterly terrifying.
If Chu He hadn't appeared in time, her fate would have been sealed.
In that instant, she could feel her neck starting to twist and contort, as if it could be wrung like a wet cloth at any moment.
