He saw the black qi draw in, revealing her true face—it was identical to Su Yuwen's, save that her complexion was even paler and a black lotus was imprinted upon her forehead.
Yan Chihuo secretly groaned, fearing that she would discover him. The woman glanced at Su Yuwen, and suddenly her cultivation plummeted, dropping back to the peak of the late Origin Core stage.
She muttered to herself, "Without a true physical body, this Dao Integration Stage cultivation can never remain stable." With that, she transformed into a stream of black qi and entered Su Yuwen's body. Another trace of pure demonic qi appeared around Su Yuwen.
Yan Chihuo was full of doubts. Who exactly was this person, and what was her relationship with Su Yuwen? Seeing Su Yuwen about to awaken, he turned into a breeze and flew out again, heading straight for the Cultivators' quarters. Sure enough, these people had once more died after having their souls taken.
Before long, Su Yuwen flew over as well. At the sight of the corpses, shock and fear appeared on her face. She asked Yan Chihuo, "Fellow Daoist Yan, did you see who came?"
"I did," Yan Chihuo said. As he spoke, his eyes fixed tightly on her, watching for any abnormality in Su Yuwen's expression.
"Did you see clearly who it was?"
"I did not see her features clearly, but I know she was a woman."
"A female cultivator? Did you fight her this time, Fellow Daoist? How strong was she?"
"I exchanged three moves with her, and she neutralized them with ease. Had she not been in such a hurry to leave, I fear I would have been seriously injured at once."
Su Yuwen said in astonishment, "Someone so formidable, yet unwilling to harm either of us—how strange indeed."