Jiang Qiulan plummeted through midair, finally stabilizing her form.
The white mist emanating from her body had begun to surge outwards, a sign that the Dao Infant was on the verge of collapse.
Her eyes were calm yet carried a hint of bewilderment.
She struggled to stand upright, her gaze locked only on the figure wearing a black cloak in the sky above.
The cold light in her palm intensified, signaling her desire to charge at the adversary once more.
It was at this moment that a hand gripped the back of her collar.
"Stand aside."
The familiar, indifferent voice brushed her ear, and before Jiang Qiulan could turn around, she was flung aside lightly.
Through her blurred vision, in addition to Lady Qinghua's silhouette, another slender figure appeared, also dressed in black, engulfed by dense red clouds.
The sky changed color.
The sinister red demon clouds were instantaneously swallowed up by an even more crimson expanse.
