Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. On a steep peak wreathed in clouds and mist, a slender, graceful figure appeared and vanished within the haze. Her delicate waist was like a willow leaf, barely a handful, and her long black hair fell lightly down her back like flowing, lustrous ink. Her exquisite cheeks were as fair and smooth as soft snow, and her entire figure seemed to glow faintly.
The woman's gauzy dress, as ethereal as smoke and mist, drifted gently in the mountain breeze, enveloping her alluring figure. It made her seem to merge with the dense fog around her, lending her an otherworldly air, like a goddess who did not belong to the mortal realm.
Her bearing was enchanting, yet her face held not the slightest expression. Like a snowy mountain that had not thawed in ten thousand years, she exuded endless frost and indifference. Her eyes were tightly closed. A moment later, a faint spatial fluctuation nearby finally brought a change to her expressionless, delicate face.
Her finely painted brows lifted slightly, and her eyes slowly opened. As they did, a brilliant flash of fire shot from them, and an intensely scorching aura abruptly spread outward. The surrounding mist rapidly dispersed, leaving the mountaintop clearly visible.
"Have you received any news?"
The woman did not turn around. Her soft, crimson lips parted, and a voice at once ethereal and utterly cold echoed through the mountains, sending a bone-deep chill through anyone who heard it and making them tremble uncontrollably.
As her voice faded, the air above a nearby rock began to writhe and distort unnaturally. A pitch-black spatial rift appeared, and a tall figure gradually emerged from within. It was none other than Yang Hao, the third commander of the Black Annihilation Army,