The white-haired bear woman, spotting Li Changzhou descending from the sky, covered in both human and animal corpses, subconsciously halted her footsteps.
But her body didn't obey her will and continued to "fall" forward.
Li Changzhou eyed her with a touch of curiosity; she was a person transformed from a polar bear. Although there was the precedent of Little Radish, she was too small, merely palm-sized, lacking any sense of reality.
The white-haired woman in front of him, in her twenties, looked no different from a normal person aside from her lack of clothing.
Watching was one thing, but his actions weren't disordered—the Emerald Bee Sword in his hand, dragging a trail of green light, aimed a slice at the bear woman's neck.
The bear woman's expression remained indolently scattered, as if she hadn't woken up fully, and she reached out with a swooping motion to grab the Emerald Bee Sword.
Wisps of cold air spiraled between her fingers, condensing into icy claw gloves.
Hiss!
