The air around them suddenly froze, as though it had turned solid, pressing down so hard that no one could breathe.
The night fog thickened further, so dense that one could not see their own outstretched hand.
Black Drought Demon looked at Du Yulin standing in the wind, then suddenly laughed with White Impermanence. "Do you think this is a play? Killing people while taking the time to explain things to someone about to die?"
She truly could not stand White Impermanence's habit. He had to ramble on and on even when killing someone.
At that moment, she suddenly found White Impermanence unbearably talkative, nothing like a protector of Wind and Rain Tower at all!
If she had made the move herself, Du Yulin's head would have already hit the ground by now! Her hand rested on her sword hilt, ready to strike at any moment.
White Impermanence ignored Black Drought Demon's mockery and merely stared in astonishment at the sword Du Yulin had drawn—
Before the sword even left its sheath, he had sensed a trace of killing intent!
That killing intent was faint, so faint it was almost nonexistent, yet White Impermanence's senses were extraordinarily sharp, and he felt it clearly.
The killing intent seeped out from the sheath. It was the will of the sword itself.
A trace of death instantly spread through the wind!
Yet his Astonishing Spirit Finger struck even faster—tearing through the air in an instant. At this moment, he seemed like a wailing ghost or god. There was a reason he was called White Impermanence.
When all three fingers were unleashed, it was a sure-kill move.
Once a protector of Wind and Rain Tower made a move, Du Yulin would certainly not survive this finger strike.
Even the master of the Second Tower