Fairy Hua Xi suddenly twisted her delicate body, as if she had prepared for it, turning around swiftly, and a hand wrapped in crystalline sand flashed forward to meet hers.
With a "bang," their hands clashed together.
After the explosion of crystalline sand and golden flames, both figures simultaneously shook and withdrew several steps back.
"I knew you, old ghost, would pull this trick. It seems you haven't suffered enough; I'm going to make you..." Fairy Hua Xi's beautiful face suddenly contorted with anger and turned pale. She had only managed to say two sentences before her expression changed to utter terror, and her entire body trembled. Suddenly, a thin section of a withered blue hand protruded from her chest.
This hand grasped a struggling little figure that had a face identical to Fairy Hua Xi's, but was filled with expressions of agony.
