She was injured, her right arm missing a large chunk of flesh. Yet, there was no blood, only purple mist that could no longer coalesce.
That girl, there must be something strange about her sword! Zi Hu stared at the sword in her hand, unsure whether it was her own eyes playing tricks or the sword's oddities, but the Xuanji across from her seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of silver light, illuminating her pale cheeks, making her look almost unreal.
The sword capable of harming her Primordial Spirit was likely no mortal weapon. If she continued to fight like this, she would be at a great disadvantage. Once she sustained a critical injury, it could result in the destruction of her Primordial Spirit. With this thought, Zi Hu simply rolled on the ground to dodge another thrust from Xuanji, her entire being turning into a cloud of purple mist as she entered the body of a fox.
