Within the Stone Forest, the shattered sea of mist had yet to fully disperse. Night Falcon and You Lian stood facing each other across a hundred zhang of empty space.
You Lian wiped away the dark-red blood at the corner of her mouth, which carried a decayed aura. For the first time, genuine gravity appeared in her hollow eyes.
She stared at Night Falcon. Her hoarse voice held a trace of disbelief. "Half-step Great Perfection, yet you forced me to this point... You truly exceeded my expectations."
Night Falcon did not respond. He merely adjusted his breathing, circulating the spiritual power inside his body at full speed and seizing every moment to recover.
Since exchanging blows with You Lian, he had already sustained considerable injuries. A wisp of deathly aura had grazed his left shoulder, and a corrosive, chilling force was still eating away at his flesh and blood.
A vengeful-spirit phantom had clawed at his chest. Although he had dispersed it in time, the pain that struck directly at his soul still lingered.
Yet those pitch-black eyes remained as sharp as blades.
"However, this is where it ends." You Lian's tone suddenly turned cold.
"I admit that you are qualified to make me take you seriously. But once I get serious, you are still no match for me."
As her voice fell, she abruptly formed hand seals. The shattered sea of mist around her suddenly boiled!
The pitch-black mist no longer spread outward. Instead, it crazily contracted inward, surging entirely into her body!
Her body visibly transformed. Her skin became even darker, nearly transparent, and one could vaguely see that what flowed within her was not blood, but black deathly aura as viscous as ink.
Her long hair moved without wind, each strand standing on end. Countless tiny skeletal