As the tall, slender woman unleashed her magical power, Zhao Min seemed unable to withstand it.
With a hiss, the whip slid from Zhao Min's hand like a slippery snake.
The dark gleam in Zhao Min's eyes grew colder. The ink-black demonic flower on her arm swayed gently, and her palm swept along the whip toward its tail.
Amid a metallic clatter, countless barbs fell to the ground.
A faint cry of pain came from within the long whip, uttered by the artifact spirit inside the magical treasure.
The tall, slender woman shuddered violently as well. She involuntarily retreated through the air, a trickle of blood running from the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
She had paid an enormous price to forge this bonded magical treasure. Both its materials and its artifact spirit were top-grade specimens selected through countless hardships.
In hundreds of years, when had it ever suffered such severe damage? Even when she had fought a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator and clashed head-on with their magical treasure, hers had not received so much as a scratch.
Now her magical treasure resembled a snake stripped of its scales and skin. Most of the whip was as smooth as a mirror, its spiritual potency greatly diminished.
The damage to her bonded magical treasure had affected her as its master, too. Heartache and rage left the tall, slender woman trembling.
Zhao Min paid no attention to her expression. She sidestepped, gliding toward the edge of the mist.
Suddenly, a searing blaze swept straight at her face. Without thinking, Zhao Min thrust both palms forward, sending a wave of icy water surging out.
Behind the flames was the Bloodfire Divine Crow, which had already swooped in to kill her. A long tongue of blood-red fire streamed from