The abyssal-hued flowers quietly floated in midair, as if drawing in all the shadows of the world, giving off an aloof, cold glamour when dusk fell.
Whisps of deep blood aura peeled away from one cold corpse after another, intertwining and fusing together, then flowed into Zhang Que'er's body.
As the blood aura infused her, threads of black mist began to appear indistinctly beneath the girl's skin, winding and coursing through her veins as if there was a dark river hidden within them.
In the dim light, the girl's face grew paler, yet it emitted an eerie, demonically pure beauty.
"What is this?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked puzzled.
Only Mengniang showed a look of horror—previously at the Demon Venerable's, she had seen three abyssal flowers, and she herself had a pink one.
"Don't touch."
Fearing Jiang Shouzhong would touch the black abyssal flower, Mengniang hurriedly cautioned.
At that moment, a figure slowly descended from the sky.
It was a stunningly beautiful woman.
