Just then, outside the hall doors, a frail figure suddenly emerged. The figure resembled a shadow, slowly walking out from the dark fog with light steps, as if floating without contact with the ground.
Each step was extremely slow yet filled with a mysterious sense of oppression, sending chills down the spine.
The figure gradually became clearer—it was a seemingly delicate girl.
She had a slender build, her complexion slightly pale, with a trace of sternness in her brows and eyes. Her clothing was simple, as if merely draped over her body, with some dust on her arms, as if she had just escaped from a great battle.
However, what truly shocked people were her eyes; those deep-set eyes were faintly glowing red, resonating with the surrounding Demonic Qi, as if she was the very source of it.
The girl's steps remained slow yet resolute, making no sound, but each step carried an invisible force, as if even the earth was yielding to her.
