Zhuo Yihang, Dead!

Ah!!

A piercing shriek suddenly rang out, as mournful as a night owl's cry. The White-Haired Witch stood with her hair disheveled and her face twisted in ferocity, baring her pearly teeth as though she wished she could tear Yin Kuang apart and devour him alive.

It was all because of him. Everything was because of him!

Faced with Yin Kuang's fierce advance, the hatred in the White-Haired Witch's heart soared. Her slender, jade-like neck suddenly snapped to the side, as though it were not her neck at all, but a whip. As her neck whipped around, her three thousand strands of white hair surged toward Yin Kuang like an overwhelming tide, eager to pierce him full of holes.

Wrapped in Purple Dragon Soul Flame, Yin Kuang plunged headfirst into the sea of white hair. Like a divine dragon entering the ocean, he churned the heavens and seas. With the sharpness of the Green-Steel Sword, coupled with the Purple Dragon Soul Power's formidable destructive force, intimidation, and searing effect on the soul, even the White-Haired Witch's vast ocean of hair was thrown into utter chaos by Yin Kuang.

Swish! Swish! Swish!!

Amid streaks of sword light, strand after strand of white hair fluttered away on the wind. However, those strands were no ordinary things. As Yin Kuang drew nearer, countless hairs continued to consume the Purple Dragon Soul Flame. The closer he got to the White-Haired Witch, the smaller the dragon-shaped soul flame surrounding him became. By the time Yin Kuang broke through all the hair and rushed before the White-Haired Witch, the Purple Dragon Soul Flame remained only as a thin layer covering his skin.

The tip of the Green-Steel Sword pointed directly at the White-Haired Witch.

Would the White-Haired Witch willingly accept her death? Of course not! With