The chilling aura filled with murderous intent instantly closed in on Wen Xiao'ai.
A large red silhouette appeared out of thin air, and a deathly pale hand with long crimson nails lunged directly at Wen Xiao'ai's throat.
Wen Xiao'ai didn't dodge, but directly blocked it.
The attacker was taken aback, seemingly surprised that Wen Xiao'ai could actually fend it off.
With a flash of purple light, Wen Xiao'ai forced the opponent back with a single move.
She raised her head to look at the red silhouette hanging in midair.
Long hair and a red cloak were swept up by the chilly night wind, and a face as pale as a ghost's wore a sinister, cruel smile, watching over Wen Xiao'ai from above.
"So, you're not human," the figure spoke, the voice fluctuating as if a vengeful ghost demanding its due, sending shivers down one's spine.
"You're dead."
Wen Xiao'ai frowned, slightly tilting her head back to look at the person floating in midair.
No, she was no longer human.
