Ling Chuxi had originally intended to take this opportunity to run and avoid dealing with them any further, but she never thought that in his fury, Ghost Shadow's cultivation would actually turn out to be so scary. Under the suppression of the Qi of True Essence, both her feet felt so heavy, it was as if lead had been pumped into them. Escaping was definitely impossible now and Ling Chuxi could only grit her teeth and pierce her sword forward in attack again.
However, enveloped by Ghost Shadow's tyrannical Qi of True Essence, her figure appeared to be so frail, so tiny, like a helpless little boat doomed in the middle of a storm. Such was the gap between cultivation abilities in different realms! A strong cultivator and a weak cultivator. The comparison between them was so obvious that she felt helpless.
Life and death was only in the difference of a single sword strike.
