The gloomy Yin energy emanating from Qin Ruan was even denser and more terrifying than any centuries-old Evil Puppet.
Her lips parted slightly, and her voice was bloodthirsty and sinister, "Three lashes to scatter your spirit, forcing you to forever regret your recklessness!"
With her lips curving in a wicked smile, the alarming beauty of Qin Ruan's delicate face remained devoid of any expression.
The Fox Demon sitting on the ground, sensing the impending danger, bolted up with its eyes wide open, ready to run.
Qin Ruan swung the whip in her hand with a force akin to splitting bamboo.
The golden whip traced a perfect arc in the air and ferociously lashed on the body of the Fox Demon.
"Crack!"
With just one whip, the demon, not even given a chance to cry out, was reverted to its original fox form.
It turned into a grey, ugly fox.
Qin Ruan's single blow was both shocking and terrifying.
