Buzz!
Everyone in the Mo Family hall suddenly felt a chill run down their backs, while a faint Sword Intent seemed to lock onto them from above.
"Where did Little Spirit go?"
Xiao Yi Xian's hoarse voice seemed to contain deadly killing intent!
Cold sweat kept dripping from Liu Yan's forehead as he said fearfully, "There are no traces or auras of Little Spirit here. She may not be here."
"Oh." Xiao Yi Xian nodded faintly, her aura completely withdrawn, making her seem like an ordinary person.
Liu Yan looked at the calm Xiao Yi Xian before him, yet he could not shake the ominous feeling in his heart.
Like the prelude to an approaching storm...
"Treat Qing Lin first, then go up and wait for me!" Xiao Yi Xian glanced at Qing Lin. Seeing the wounds covering her body, a trace of heartache appeared in her eyes.
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yan left without stopping, fleeing at the fastest speed of his life.
"Hehe!"
The corners of Xiao Yi Xian's lips curled slightly beneath her mask. Her pale violet eyes gradually turned silver-white, while her originally purple hair seemed to sense something and became as white as snow.
A mysterious, noble purple mist slowly spread from Xiao Yi Xian's body, swiftly engulfing the entire Mo Family estate like lightning.
Every flower, plant, and tree touched by the purple mist rapidly withered and died. Even the surrounding stones turned pitch-black, their surfaces eroded away.
"Ugh..."
"Help!"
"That's a demon..."
"May you die horribly..."
All four to five hundred people of the Mo Family were swallowed by that mysterious, noble purple mist and died amid curses.
The stench of decay pervaded the entire Mo Family estate. Only that azure figure remained, her snow-white hair becoming the grim reaper of countless