The unilluminated basement had a sinister air. When Ye Jiuge stretched out her hand, she could not see her five fingers. A cold draft blew out of nowhere, making her blood run cold.
Ye Jiuge retrieved a lighter. She was about to ignite it when a sudden gust of cold, dark wind rushed towards the back of her head. She raised her hand and immediately countered it with a stream of purple Spiritual Light.
Bam!
The two forces met. Countless streams of Spiritual Light erupted from the impact.
Ye Jiuge felt a wicked sensation seeping into her body through her palm, smashing her five viscera and six bowels like a heavy hammer. She could not help but take a few steps back. Blood surged up violently and frothed in her throat.
Fortunately, Wan Ziyang had quick reflexes. He shot multiple fireballs at the shadow ambushing Ye Jiuge. Meanwhile, Bai Songling's green vines wrapped around Ye Jiuge and lifted her behind him to safety.
