The blade of the Ghost Head Saber flashed with a chilling, steely glint, resembling the scythe of a grim reaper stepping out of the netherworld, every ray of light seemingly capable of devouring all life.
Beneath this frigid glow, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, forming a visible layer of frost.
Jue Wuchen's figure shifted, moving through the night like a phantom. His form vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only a faint afterimage.
Chapter 173