Shadows Stir and Shock the Multitude
A black shadow flashed, and the surrounding light seemed swallowed up by it. Immediately, a black whirlwind rose howling; as the whirlwind dispersed, Yingmei stood before everyone like a demon emerged from hell.
She was dressed in black, her dark robes fluttering in the wind. Though her face was striking, it carried a biting chill, and her eyes burned with a blazing fire of hatred—a hatred so palpable it seemed ready to devour everything in front of her.
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