Night had fallen.
A faint wind stirred the bamboo, and the moonlight was dim and gloomy. The pond lay deathly still, without wind or ripples.
The full moon hung above the withered branches of an old tree. A black-robed figure ran past, panting heavily. Before long, a long-haired woman appeared atop the treetops and drifted forward. Her skin was very pale, and the moonlight cast a grotesque, unnatural shadow onto the ground...
Ghostly figures drifted through the empty mountains. In the desolate night, only the mountain spring murmured.
The black-robed man ran into a temporary camp. Thermal vision clearly picked out a group of humans in this night devoid of any warm-blooded animals. There were no formidable figures among them, only Jiuli shamans of varying cultivation. Fine, she would send them on their way. At the very least, it would ease the pressure along the territory's border.
The black-robed man who had fled back to the temporary camp loudly called out to his companions, and the Black Tribe shamans began shouting and yelling.
Some released countless poisonous insects to search for the enemy. Others lifted coffin lids and released zombies to stand guard around the perimeter. All manner of chaotic, bizarre spells filled the air. Perhaps those strange Evil Arts were not simple, but before absolute strength, everything was futile. The same principle applied to any species.
Under the bright moonlight, the shamans in the camp saw a woman descending from the sky...
Bai Yujun no longer concealed herself. As though unaffected by gravity, she floated lightly in midair, occasionally bobbing up and down. Her slender legs were slightly bent, her toes naturally pointed downward, and behind her hovered a row of half-transparent Spiritual Energy Swords condensed into form.
She wore Jiuli clothing, yet used the Central Plains' Sword Control