Lin Xuan grew more shocked and furious. With a flick of his sleeve, he tried to bring out a defensive treasure, but a dainty "giggle" drifted into his ears. This time, Yue'er moved even faster.
He saw her fair hands wave, and in an instant, Yin wind howled, as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing at once. A surge of Yin Energy as thick as ink enveloped both their bodies.
The next moment, those multicolored pillars of light slammed fiercely into them.
Yet it was like clay oxen entering the sea; from start to finish, they did not stir the slightest ripple.
The Asura Seven Treasures had yet to be fully gathered, but Yue'er had, after all, advanced to become an early-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.
The Supernatural Powers she cultivated were naturally far from ordinary. Last time, the reason she had not even been able to defeat a Ghost Messenger of the same level was, first, because she had just advanced and her realm had not yet stabilized; second, because she had been worried Lin Xuan would be no match for Yellow Springs Ghost Mother, dividing her attention between two tasks, so her strength had inevitably been greatly reduced.
Now, times had changed. Yue'er's realm was already stable, and the moment she struck, her might proved anything but ordinary.
The first wave of the light pillars' attacks had been blocked, and taking blows without striking back was not Yue'er's nature.
He saw her fair hands dance through the air, and the Yin Energy as thick as ink churned violently. At once, hundreds of skulls surfaced upon the Yin Energy.
Their eyes were blood-red, their upper and lower jaws chewing wildly with a series of "clack, clack" sounds. Then, from their mouths, they spat Demon Fire...
Rumble!
Those mountain peaks were