Pear blossoms withered and fell. Seeing the woman from the Drizzle Forbidden Land appear before the Demon Venerable, acting so brazenly, Wen Chanyi curled her lips into a cold smile. She could not help calling her a fool, utterly contemptuous of her stupidity.
And when those thousands upon thousands of vengeful ghosts appeared, Fang Yang set them all ablaze as though sweeping through withered wood and rotten stalks.
She narrowed her eyes, watching it all with a complicated gaze, gritting her teeth. She gained a whole new understanding of the fiend's strength and grew wary once again.
After all, she discovered to her shock that, compared to his time in the mountain village, the fiend's strength had risen enormously again-one could even call it an earth-shattering transformation.
Even though she had already obtained some of the Shanhai Devil Master's legacy, she still could not quite see through the Blood Rain Demon Venerable.
This made her feel increasingly fortunate. It seemed her decision had been right: she absolutely could not take the initiative against this Demon Venerable. At the very least, she had to let others probe him first, casting stones to find the path.
Only then could she take the fiend down completely.
Next, she watched the Water Mirror with a complicated gaze, observing the battle between the Blood Rain Demon Venerable and the woman with the Paper Umbrella from the Drizzle Forbidden Land.
To be precise, it was no longer a battle, but a one-sided slaughter.
Before the Demon Venerable, the woman with the Paper Umbrella seemed so fragile, utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
No matter what methods she used, Fang Yang could casually neutralize them, until...
The woman with the Paper Umbrella knelt on the ground with a seductive expression, her buttocks swaying as she begged