Hun Yuan Yin Wa had been completely reborn.
Her transformation would ordinarily have been enough to make the Green Robe Old Man shriek and shout for half an incense stick's time.
Her silver scales had completely transformed into a hollow silver battle armor, while the skin exposed beneath it was delicate and snow-white.
At first glance, her bewitching oval face could absolutely rival Yin Lihua's, yet she stood nearly half a head taller than Nangong Yuqing, and her features possessed even stronger definition.
Her hair was silver, rings of silver light circling around her body. In her hand, she held a silver spear about five feet long, a stream of silver light constantly flowing from its tip to its butt, over and over without end.
Anyone seeing her for the first time would never have associated her with a demon beast. They would only have thought her full of exotic charm, a cultivator from some tribe at the world's edge.
"We're dead for sure!" Yet after taking one look at Hun Yuan Yin Wa's transformed appearance, the Green Robe Old Man only uttered those three words.
His gaze did not linger on the pale skin exposed beneath Hun Yuan Yin Wa's silver armor. Instead, he stared deeply into the distance, his expression like that of a dead fish.
"We're dead for sure!"
Gusili and Asuli muttered the same words. They looked even worse than dead fish, like dried fish left baking in the sun for over ten days.
The meteor-shower-like streaks of light in the distance were numerous, at least nearly thirty of them.
Though the figures within the escaping lights could not yet be made out, every streak carried astonishing force. They formed an arc in the sky, joining into a band of light.
"We'll wait for them here.