Feng Linghua steadied her emotions. Rather than wait for the three demonic cultivators to draw closer, she raised her brush and painted a scene of raging wind and thunder in midair, sending it surging toward the three of them to kill.
This was partly to avoid falling into passivity once their encirclement took shape, and partly to prevent them from drawing any closer and discovering Xie Chuan recuperating in the valley behind her.
Seeing her act this way, one of the demonic cultivators raised his brows and said, "Hoh, you know what? This bitch has quite the temper."
"Take it easy. She isn't like the other righteous-path Core Condensation cultivators here. Two careless fools have already died by her hand."
Another man beside him warned, "That's right. This woman entered the Dao through painting. Her art of painting spirits is exquisitely subtle, ever-changing and laden with killing intent. We lacked sufficient intelligence before, and those two unlucky bastards fell for it."
"Ha, listen to you two. How could I possibly be as foolish and dull-witted as they were?"
As he spoke, the demonic cultivator's body had already transformed into a cloud of purple poison mist within the demonic clouds. "You two had better cover your noses and mouths. Don't let my Little Purple-Cloud Cold Venom injure you by mistake!"
With that, he took the lead in charging out from the formation. Wrapped in demonic clouds, he crashed into the wind-and-thunder scene created by Feng Linghua's painting art.
Pfft—
In the next instant, the poison mist of the Little Purple-Cloud Cold Venom he had mentioned rapidly spread with the churning winds and clouds. Even the few thin wisps that drifted away could freeze all the rocks, vegetation, and trees below, turning them into purple crystal.
Seeing this, Feng Linghua went along