"Cough, cough..."
「Several kilometers away, deep within a dense forest.」
A gust of sinister wind suddenly swirled as an ink-black mist twisted and coiled under the sunlight, gradually coalescing into a graceful figure.
San Hui stumbled into view. Her face, once as radiant as jade, was now as pale as paper, a trace of unwiped blood lingering at the corner of her lips.
Trembling, she reached a hand behind her back.
Where three fluffy fox tails should have been swaying, only two now hung limply.
This was her special Ability.
Each tail represented one of her lives.
Three tails meant three lives.
'What in the world is that fire?'
San Hui endured the intense pain and looked toward the distant spot where she had stood before.
The once-towering mountain peak had vanished, replaced by a stretch of still-burning scorched earth.
A few tongues of pale golden flame still flickered, not yet extinguished.
When a breeze carried the scorching air toward her, she couldn't help but shiver.
