Before the words had even fallen, the world's origin energy suddenly became chaotic to the extreme.
The sky grew even darker, until one could not see their fingers before their face.
Then black spiritual light flared brilliantly, and one wicked wind after another blew without the slightest restraint.
A blood-colored lotus slowly bloomed within that wicked wind.
Within the lotus, Yin Energy was black as ink, and a Palace-dressed Woman, her charm still lingering, appeared.
Yellow Springs Ghost Mother!
Beside her, there was also a Fierce Ghost floating in the air, tall and imposing, with a green face and protruding fangs. The spiritual pressure it gave off made it impossible for anyone to look down on it; astonishingly, it was also an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence level.
The black-clothed woman's expression grew uglier still.
The situation was far worse than she had imagined. She had not expected Yellow Springs Ghost Mother to be far from alone.
Could Yue'er safely escape this calamity?
For a moment, even she had no confidence in her heart.
But very quickly, that trace of doubt was cast to the back of her mind.
So what if it was difficult?
Today, even if she were consigned to eternal damnation, she absolutely had to let Wang Ping'an leave.
"Asura Iron Guards, what are you still standing there for!"
The black-clothed woman glared and shouted. Before her words had even fallen, she brushed her jade hand, and an ancient-looking Dharma Treasure flew out.
It was actually a half-foot-sized Jade Box. At first glance, it looked like an object a woman would use to dress and make herself up.
Yet Yellow Springs Ghost Mother's pupils shrank slightly, and a few traces of wariness actually appeared on her face, though they were quickly replaced by a cold laugh.