Whoosh!
At the critical moment, Lu Shuyao's soul sped away at full tilt, finally returning to her body in the small courtyard before the Black Hand arrived!
The figure leaning against the carved railing suddenly rose, her beautiful eyes still filled with lingering fear.
Yet what she had not expected was that the Black Hand did not cease its pursuit just because her soul had returned to her body. Instead, it directly locked onto her physical form.
It raced toward her at a terrifying speed, stretching out like endless vines. One glance revealed nothing but boundless darkness!
Killing Intent filled the sky, black mist billowing!
Watching that eerie palm draw ever closer, Lu Shuyao's pupils dilated, and her lovely face blanched.
Even as she wielded the Power of the Great Dao and unleashed several profound Immortal Techniques, that black shadow still shot down from the heavens. Its momentum did not weaken in the slightest; with her cultivation, she was utterly helpless!
Terror began to spread through her eyes. Lu Shuyao felt death closing in!
A familiar sense of despair seized the heart she had only just regained through rebirth.
At the same time, that warmth and gratitude she had once engraved in her heart came flooding back.
In her mind,
the scene of Yi Feng disregarding everything and leading her out of the pagoda flashed past with incomparable clarity. Every instant was something she cherished deeply.
At this very moment,
how alike the circumstances were.
How she wished that gentleman could be at her side to protect her, that she could see him just once more.
But as she watched the black shadow race in from the sky, she also understood that this was merely a wish. To be saved from peril once in a lifetime was already a blessing