Zha Muxi remained unhurried. With a light tap of her foot, her figure drifted backward like a ghost, effortlessly dodging the blade of wind. The wind blade struck a giant boulder behind her, instantly shattering it into multiple pieces as debris flew in all directions.
"Attacking indiscriminately without asking questions is hardly the proper way to behave, Your Excellency," Zha Muxi said, her tone still calm. Yet in her heart, she understood that the entity before her was likely a formidable opponent. Back in this fantasy world, it must have been a powerhouse of considerable renown, whose lingering obsession after death still guarded the altar, refusing to let trespassers violate it.
The phantom figure let out a cold snort, "Spare the nonsense. Since you're here today, don't think about leaving alive. I will use your blood to nourish this altar and restore its former glory." With that, a brilliant light erupted around it, and countless Talismans drifted from its body, enveloping Zha Muxi.
Chapter 177