Chu Yinghong possessed a wealth of cultivation, yet here she could not borrow even the slightest bit of external power. Even though her charm arts stood unrivaled beneath heaven and her poison arts could run rampant across the world—
In this empty black hole, with the enemy nowhere to be seen, they were utterly useless.
"You want this old lady's life? Dream on!"
Seeing herself falling once more, Chu Yinghong could not help but let out a cold snort.
Suddenly, her eyes turned an eerie purple, and her entire aura surged sharply upward.
Just as her body was about to miss the yellow halo and continue falling, her rising aura abruptly drove her body crashing toward one side again.
"Die!"
A cold voice came from below, harsh and icy, as though squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Nearly half of Chu Yinghong's delicate body had already entered the yellow halo. At that cry, the lower half of her body suddenly seemed to be caught in an invisible noose.
Her body abruptly halted, while spiritual power surged through Chu Yinghong like raging waves. The eerie purple in her eyes grew even deeper.
Yet no matter how she pushed her cultivation to its utmost limit, her body was still dragged bit by bit toward the lower diagonal. Striking streaks of blood had already appeared across her smooth forehead.
Chu Yinghong could sense the terror and danger below. Once she fell into it, her fate would be worse than death.
How could someone like her, who had lived for several thousand years, truly be as frail as she appeared? Her will was instead incomparably resilient, and so she did not hesitate even at the cost of her life...
Li Yan's face had already entered the yellow light when a cold voice suddenly rang out