But that noble aura on her, even if concealed by withered grass and desolate trees, could not be truly hidden.
"Whoosh!!!"
The wild wind rose, and the yellow sand began to dance.
The Sandstorm Witch, Huazhu, who had grown to a height of 1.6 meters, stood silently in front of Ye Hanjun.
Her beauty was unparalleled, far beyond common women.
Her pair of giant pincers was large and ferocious, their sharp edges gleaming with endless cold light. It was a terrible thought to imagine the mark they would leave on flesh and blood.
Further down, her jade-like legs were plump and straight, as if they could squeeze out water with just a twist.
Those petite jade feet were quite adorable, as if they were naturally crafted works of art. They were exquisite, pure white, bare on the ground, untarnished by dirt, dust-free, fully exhibiting their natural and aesthetic charm.
"Hm?!"
