The other party was worthy of being the True Devil Progenitor; the instant she appeared, such terrifying momentum surged into being.
But Lin Xuan and the other two were no ordinary Cultivators. Shocked was one thing, but they would not truly be afraid of anything. Of course, each of their expressions was so gloomy it seemed about to drip rain.
This was the strongest foe they had ever encountered since entering the cultivation world.
Lin Xuan and Daoist Qingling had both turned their heads, their faces showing that they were braced for a grave battle.
As for the other cultivator, her reaction was completely different.
"Ha!"
A delicate shout rang in their ears. The bewitching woman's face revealed an extremely solemn look, and her hands flew like butterflies flitting through flowers, sending one spell seal after another shooting out from between her fingers and palms.
Then, like a long whale drawing water, they flew back in reverse and sank into the vital acupoints all over her body. A trace of pain surfaced on the woman's face, and then, between her brows, a ghost face the size of a bean actually emerged.
Though very small, every detail was clear, and it was hideous to the extreme. It flashed once, then vanished, melting into the space between her brows.
She lifted her head, her throat issuing sounds filled with pain. At the same time, a dense layer of bloodlight surfaced over her body.
Runes flickered in and out upon it, but in the end, they all disappeared.
Afterward, the crimson on the woman's face vanished, and her complexion returned to normal. The aura around her not only failed to decline, but instead rose by quite a bit.
This secret art was indeed extraordinary. Not only did it temporarily suppress all her injuries,