Jiuming Peak resembled a broken sword thrusting between heaven and earth, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks that looked like scars left by the passage of time. Dark, viscous fluid oozed from these cracks, gleaming with a metallic, cold light under the sunlight like the entrance to hell, exuding an aura that chilled the soul to the bone. Before Hu Yuan and the others even drew close, they caught the stench of rotting corpses. The smell seemed to have a life of its own as it drilled into their nasal passages, condensing into a bitter, hard lump in their throats that nearly suffocated them.
Xiaobai’s seven-tailed fox fire was originally a pure, flawless crimson red, resembling a burning red sun that radiated scorching light. At this moment, however, this fox fire was shrouded in an eerie layer of purple halo, making its once-vibrant color dim and mysterious.
When Xiaobai flicked her tail, the purple halo seemed to be stirred up, dancing with the swaying of her tail. At the same time, a burnt odor permeated the air—a reaction produced when the surrounding Demonic Qi came into contact with the fox fire. Clearly, this Demonic Qi was scorching Xiaobai’s spiritual fire, attempting to devour it.
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