Slightly Weaker

A little over seven feet tall.

The towering figure, like a ghost god reborn into this world, cast a sidelong glance their way.

Beneath the shroud of drifting black-red steam, only the flickering scarlet glow could vaguely be seen.

Sizzle.

A bluish-white hand with oval purple-black nails tore through the mist before it.

The steam seemed to sweep back in an instant.

It transformed into a "cloak" draped behind that "ghost god."

The figure shifted slightly.

The corpse-like remains hanging from its waist, resembling sleeves, turned to mist and merged into the blazing cloak.

Xu Sanniang's face was pale, yet touched with an unusual flush. Her shining eyes gazed at the tall figure standing before her. It was as if, with this person before her, she no longer needed to fear wind and rain, nor frost beneath a cold sky.

If he had not broken through to the Golden Core realm, he would not have possessed such divine powers.

Xu Sanniang thought to herself.

Clear qi gathered into a human figure standing behind her, nearly identical to Xu Sanniang. What was even more puzzling was that mana flowed through both of them.

A four-winged butterfly circled Xu Sanniang.

The pallor on Xu Sanniang's face eased greatly as the miraculous spirit pill she had held beneath her tongue rolled down into her stomach.

Even as it consumed mana, it was also restoring it.

Yet the pill was merely a cup of water against a cartload of firewood. The most crucial part was the illusory figure behind her, which could actually lend her mana and allow her to wield divine powers.

That was her true support.

"Tap!"

Cloud-treading black-blood boots landed on the ground with a soft sound.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators standing not far from the towering figure did not