In contrast, the female cultivator had a bewitching figure and wore a black gauze robe as thin as cicada wings, revealing large swaths of snowy-white skin through its shifting veil.
Her posture was tall and proud, curving out in all the right places. Her full, round breasts were fair and delicate, seeming ready to burst free.
Her exquisitely shaped curves, set off by the gauze robe, displayed all her seductive and enchanting charm.
A cascade of jet-black hair fell to her slender waist. Her brows were like fine willow leaves, and her narrow eyes resembled bottomless icy pools.
Her gaze flickered, at times flashing with ruthless ferocity, at others revealing a soul-hooking allure. Her luscious crimson lips curled faintly, neither quite smiling nor not, as though they might swallow and spit out something at any moment.
Compared with her two companions, the female cultivator carried only sparse evil energy around her. The aura she gave off was instead filled with seductive intent, seizing people's hearts and souls, making them unconsciously lose themselves in it.
The Golden Pill Cultivators and even Nascent Soul Cultivators who were forming formations to bombard the array would occasionally glance toward the female cultivator.
Their eyes stared straight at her, brimming with infatuation. At the slightest smile from her, they would willingly fall beneath her pomegranate skirt.
The female cultivator's seductive arts were extraordinary, to the point that even her two companions beside her did not dare look directly at her for too long.
Outside the formation, the cultivators' attacks were fierce and unceasing.
Yet no matter how they attacked, the formation ahead stood as immovable as a mountain, showing no sign of being blasted apart.
As time passed, the three frowned slightly, their expressions unconsciously growing grave.
"Dammit, what kind of cursed formation is this?!