Dark clouds covered the sky, and a steady drizzle fell.
Among the mountains, trees had toppled, and smoking pits blanketed the slopes and fields. For a hundred li around, everything bore the marks of a great battle.
At that moment, three women were facing off: Zhen Qin, Jiang Qiong, and Epiphyllum Ghost Mother. All three were wounded.
Epiphyllum Ghost Mother stood amid the ruins with her hair disheveled. Her face was covered in blood, and her gaze swept her surroundings. Eight great banners had formed an array, trapping her within.
Outside the array, Jiang Qiong hovered in the air. Her injuries were not as severe as Epiphyllum Ghost Mother's, but from the constant rise and fall of her chest, it was clear she had also expended a great deal.
Zhen Qin stood on a cliff, gripping a treasured sword, with flying knives flashing with golden light circling around her.
She looked down at Epiphyllum Ghost Mother, her eyes so cold.
Epiphyllum Ghost Mother looked at Jiang Qiong and gritted her teeth. "Sect Master, I have supported you for so many years. Are you truly going to help an outsider kill me?"
Jiang Qiong sneered. "How do you know she is the outsider, and not you?"
Epiphyllum Ghost Mother took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you afraid Sword Venerable Fudao will return?"
"Then did you not know she is Sword Venerable Fudao's disciple?"
Faced with Jiang Qiong's mockery, Epiphyllum Ghost Mother fell silent.
Zhen Qin raised the sword in her hand and said, "Epiphyllum Ghost Mother, today I will avenge my senior brother Su Han!"
At the name Su Han, Epiphyllum Ghost Mother's expression did not change. She lowered her head, as if preparing to meet her fate.
Jiang Qiong immediately cast a spell. The eight great banners billowed violently,