God Descends from Heaven, Furious and Ferocious!

A pale hand slowly gripped the pitch-black shaft of the Spear, and a voice utterly unlike An Xiaotong's echoed through the night sky.

Calm, low, and steady without the slightest fluctuation, yet carrying a viciousness sharp enough to cut through the air.

"Finally... made it."

That pale hand slowly pulled the Black Spear from the abdomen. The slender, mud-caked body gradually rose to its feet, and the silver-white armor on it exploded into countless motes of silver light.

Beneath the curtain of rain, the girl in black lowered her head and stood with Spear in hand, like an evil ghost or demon returned from hell.

Her body trembled faintly. It was not a tremble of fear, but... laughter!

The suppressed laughter seemed squeezed from between clenched teeth, carrying a chilling coldness. It was not loud, yet it was like clouds hanging low before a storm—terrifyingly still on the surface, while beneath them lurked madness ready to tear everything apart.

"This... this is impossible!?" Lu Yunxiao was stunned by the sight of someone rising from the dead before his eyes. An Xiaotong had clearly been on the verge of her last breath, so how had she suddenly risen again like a reanimated corpse?

"Tianqi Lu, have you decided how you want to die?"

Tianqi Lu!?

Lu Yunxiao suddenly realized something, because there was only one person in the world who would dare address him like that.

He said in horror, "You're Bai Ye?! The Twin Monkey Statue..."

Suddenly, the girl in black raised her head. On her pale face was... furious ferocity!

Lu Yunxiao froze in place. It was as though the blood throughout his body had instantly frozen, and he even forgot to breathe.

An indescribable terror shot through the crown of his head. The confidence in his eyes vanished,