Over the Marsh Kingdom, above the great marshes, Chilin, the aberration of the Demon Race, made his move. Butterfly was defeated, but at the critical moment, the white-haired woman intervened and forcibly suppressed Chilin.
The white-haired woman's astonishing abilities were overwhelming in both speed and physical strength. Even an aberration of the Demon Race like Chilin was completely driven into a disadvantage.
Amid the collapsed mountains, Chilin rose to his feet. After returning to human form, his entire body was drenched in blood.
"Such a powerful human should not be unknown. Who are you?"
Chilin spoke, a frenzied fighting spirit appearing on his handsome yet demonic face as he questioned her.
"I forgot."
The white-haired woman answered indifferently. Her figure flashed, and she swept into the collapsed mountain range, directly slamming Chilin beneath the mountains with a single palm.
Blood burst forth, staining the mountains and rivers red. Chilin threw back his head and laughed wildly, the madness in his eyes growing ever thicker.
Like a crazed aberration of the Demon Race, the crimson glow around him blazed ever brighter. With a stomp, he shot forward explosively.
Boom!
At arm's length, fist and palm collided, and a thunderous blast rang out. The two fought with their bare bodies, returning to the most primal form of slaughter.
Under that contest of strength, Chilin's injuries grew increasingly severe. Clearly, he had fallen into a disadvantage.
Speed, strength, physical toughness, even combat experience—the white-haired woman was terrifying in every regard, without the slightest flaw.
If she had any weakness, it was that there was not a trace of true qi fluctuation around her, as though she had lost all cultivation.
Outside the battlefield, Butterfly noticed this as well. She had thought Sister Bai had deliberately concealed her cultivation, but now it seemed that