Within the White Jade Flyer, the atmosphere had already become indescribably bleak and austere.
Pale flames burned continuously, resembling dense fog yet dotted with twinkling stars.
They enveloped Fang Yang, and the Scroll Painting had been completely unfurled, with mountains, rivers, and the sun and moon all appearing; Fang Yang was shrouded within these celestial bodies, seemingly trapped in a different world.
Situ Danyue let out a slight sigh of relief, thinking she had victory in her grasp, as all her trump cards had been played.
It could be described as foolproof; no matter how powerful her master was, under the onslaught of these numerous trump cards, he would undoubtedly die with no possibility of return.
Subsequently, she turned to look at Qiu Yuan Dai, eyeing the woman whose complexion was still flushed, obviously still indulging in the recent licentious pleasures, with a surged killing intent, prepared to execute her on the spot.
