In an instant, snow flew in every direction.
Yan Hui seized the lapel of the woman's newly changed blue robe. With a sharp rip, it tore open, exposing the pale skin of her shoulders and neck.
Yan Hui's white robes were no better. Her fingers hooked into his clothes, tearing them open and baring his chest to the cold wind.
Cold and heat clashed between their bodies.
Lying beneath him, the woman threw her head back and laughed, wanton and hungry. "Yes... just like that! Let me devour you—"
Her legs coiled around Yan Hui's waist like a snake, and her fingers dug into his back. A strange red glow flickered at her fingertips.
Yan Hui's eyes were bloodshot, but he wasn't entirely unaware. The spiritual power boiling inside him clashed violently with the demonic energy the woman had sent into him, and they churned deep furrows into the snow.
He clamped a hand around her throat, but she pressed herself against him, red lips almost touching his Adam's apple. "Oh, you're so hot..."
The storm of wind and snow intensified.
Two figures, one blue and one white, grappled and tore at each other in the vast curtain of snow, panting as though locked in a fight to the death—or some kind of blood-soaked intimacy.
Shreds of clothing stuck to their skin, mingled with melting snow. The woman's icy palm pressed against Yan Hui's heart, and his whole body shuddered as spiritual energy surged toward her hand like a rising tide—
She really meant to devour him.
From his Divine Soul and spiritual power to his flesh and body heat.
But Yan Hui suddenly opened his eyes.
In those blood-red eyes, a glint of icy clarity flashed.
He let his spiritual energy pour into her, but at the most turbulent