Upon feeling the icy murderous intent behind her, Yi Lin's entire body broke out in goosebumps, and her scalp tingled.
It was as if every single cell throughout her body was sending her a warning.
Without hesitation, Yi Lin bent down and lay on top of Little Yee.
Hiss—
A breeze brushed over the top of Yi Lin's head.
Countless silver strands, sparkling and flowing like a waterfall, or perfect silk satin, grazed past Yi Lin's scalp.
Each silver strand, thin as a hair, seemed alive, forming silver sharp blades in the air, forcefully cutting through the dense mist and sweeping across the dead trees ten meters ahead of Yi Lin.
The dense fog torn apart by the silver strands took a full three seconds before it gathered back together from the surroundings.
Seeing this scene, Yi Lin couldn't stay put; she immediately pulled the Blood Jasmine out from under Little Yee's jaw, rolled on the spot, and tumbled several meters away, stabilizing her stance before standing up.
