Just as expected, in the midst of her escape, Ye Yue Long suddenly turned back. At this moment, she had already reattached her head and took out her Judge's Brush, spreading ink in the air.
Accompanied by a distant bell ringing, all the accumulated death energy and Netherworld energy within the Nameless Mountain Range and the wilderness began to converge towards her. A Yellow Spring of the Netherworld emerged out of thin air, raising an eerie and dark wave, turbulent like a dragon, carrying endless ghostly soul death qi towards An Jing.
In such a full-scale disadvantageous situation, she still did not give up on winning, merely defending and running away. Instead, she chose to continue attacking!
As the Yellow Spring wave rushed in, An Jing narrowed his eyes and smiled. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a resounding clanging of the sword.
