Lin Xinghe gritted her teeth fiercely, struggling to steady her swaying, unstable stance.
The dark shadow rising from beneath the ground looked like a mangled rag, or rotting flesh discarded in a drain and fermented for a thousand years, utterly nauseating. It lacked any fixed shape, at times swelling into a ferocious, malevolent ghost, and at times shrinking back into a despair-inducing lump of black mud. That bone-chilling cold felt as though it wanted to freeze a person's very soul into icy shards and grind it down bit by bit.
She could feel the Star Power within her turning sluggish and clumsy in the face of this sheer evil, as if sinking deep into a quagmire.
Chapter 80