"Sink into oblivion! Endless darkness will eventually devour your consciousness!"
The charging monsters swung their heavy blades down in savage blows, smashing the gaunt old man into a rapid descent. Or she formed phantom dragon claws and pressed down fiercely, forcing him down together with the black monsters. This place was bizarre; if one died here, even the True Spirit might be unable to enter the underworld and reincarnate...
"Demoness, you're courting death!"
The gaunt old man flew into a furious panic and took out a shuttle used for weaving cloth, controlling it as it circled through the air.
The monster reaching out to grab the old man was silently sliced into several pieces, yet countless more monsters surged forward. Gradually, many of them were strung together and woven into heaps.
Using infrared thermal sensing, Bai Yujun built an image from the abnormal temperatures.
She clearly saw the old man, whose body temperature was markedly different from his surroundings, and vaguely discerned strands of Silk Thread densely spread in looping circles.
She grabbed a monster and hurled it out. The instant it touched the Silk Thread, it was silently cut in two, yet the monster remained completely unaware and kept wriggling. The dense threads had nearly woven themselves into a great cocoon.
It was probably some kind of thing called Heavenly Silk or whatever.
Blades could not cut it, fire could not burn it; it was tough and sharp. Whatever. She had never intended to rush forward and risk her life.
"Old man, if you don't want to die, please make yourself scarce. If you're not afraid of death, then follow me. You're only a hired thug—why throw away your own little life? Remember, you're an immortal. While you live in this world, have a little ambition."
She spread her