As that graceful figure stepped out of the mist, the surrounding temperature seemed to plunge by dozens of degrees in an instant.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The ruins, which had still been steaming and smoking moments ago, rapidly formed a thick layer of blue ice crystals before their very eyes.
Bai He was almost numb. Why did people keep showing up one after another?
Though dragon might had pinned him to the ground, he still forced himself to look up.
The newcomer was a woman dressed in a fitted white Butler Uniform.
She was tall, and the specially tailored uniform outlined the exaggerated curves of her waist and hips in a way that drew the eye.
Her long ice-blue hair hung loosely down her back, swaying gently in the icy wind.
She idly toyed with a long whip that radiated a faint chill. Her exquisite face was utterly expressionless.
Noble, cold, and domineering.
"Who are you?"
Zi Ji narrowed her eyes. Her instincts told her that the woman before her was dangerous!
Especially that cold aura—it made even her, a Magic Dragon of yin affinity, feel waves of chill!
She found the sensation deeply unpleasant.
Ice Steward stopped walking. Her indifferent ice-blue eyes swept over Zi Ji, and her red lips parted as she uttered two words:
"Release your claws."
Her voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable command.
The entire place fell silent.
Bai He's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
This was the Fierce Beast Magic Dragon that had just swallowed a Soul Fighting Douluo whole and driven back a Super Douluo!
Who exactly was this newly arrived woman, to dare speak to her like that?
"Ha?"
Zi Ji froze for a moment, then seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke imaginable and laughed in fury.