The clouds and mist dispersed.
A figure hovered silently in midair.
Her robes were black as ink, her long hair cascading like a waterfall.
Unlike a mortal body of flesh and blood, faint streams of dark gold flowed across her skin, as though a temple statue that had received a thousand years of incense offerings had come to life.
Her eyes, utterly untouched by the smoke and bustle of mortal life, gazed quietly at Demon Emperor Taiyuan.
"..."
At the sight of that familiar face, Demon Emperor Taiyuan froze briefly and instinctively retreated several steps.
What was this supposed to mean?
Three entire Tower-Climbing Realm Demon Emperors... and they couldn't even hold her off for a little while?
But only a moment later.
He noticed something amiss.
No.
Though the person before him looked exactly like that black-robed woman, a closer look revealed numerous unsettling details.
No heartbeat.
No breathing.
Even the surging vitality throughout her body was unstable and insubstantial, like duckweed without roots.
How was this a living person?
It was nothing more than some puppet-like piece of junk!!
Once he realized this.
Demon Emperor Taiyuan first let out a long breath of relief.
Then irritation surged through him.
For an instant just now, a mere damned puppet had actually frightened him into taking half a step back!
What an outrageous humiliation!
He, the illustrious Demon Emperor of Spirit Mountain's Fourth Cave, a descendant of the ancient divine beast White Tiger, had actually feared a lifeless thing of sculpted clay and carved wood?!
Had her true body descended, that would have been one thing.
But now...
"Heh..."
Demon Emperor Taiyuan laughed in his fury, the killing intent around him surging once more.
He stepped forward, and the enormous White Tiger phantom behind him threw back its head and