The clouds and mist dispersed.
A figure hung silently in midair.
Black robes like ink, long hair like a waterfall.
Unlike the flesh-and-blood body of mortals, faint dark-golden radiance flowed across her skin, as though a divine statue that had received a thousand years of incense offerings in a temple had come to life.
Her eyes, devoid of even a trace of worldly smoke and fire, quietly gazed at Demon Emperor Taiyuan.
"..."
Looking at that all-too-familiar face before him, Demon Emperor Taiyuan froze slightly and instinctively took several steps back.
What did this mean?
Three whole Tower-Ascending Realm Demon Emperors could not even hold her back for a moment?
But only for an instant.
He noticed something was wrong.
No.
Though the person before him looked exactly like that black-robed woman, closer inspection revealed countless strange details.
No heartbeat.
No breathing.
Even the surging blood and qi within her body were vague and unstable, like duckweed without roots.
How could this be a living person?
At most, it was some puppet-like thing!
Having figured this out.
Demon Emperor Taiyuan first let out a long breath.
But immediately afterward, fury rose in him.
In that brief instant, he had actually been frightened into taking half a step back by a fucking puppet!
What an utterly humiliating disgrace!
He was the Demon Emperor of the Fourth Cave of Spirit Mountain, a descendant of the ancient divine beast White Tiger. How could he fear a dead object like a clay idol or wooden carving?!
It would have been one thing if her true body had descended.
But now...
"Heh..."
Demon Emperor Taiyuan laughed in extreme anger, the baleful aura around him surging wildly once more.
He took a step forward, and the enormous phantom of a White Tiger behind him threw back