"Courting death!" Ling Rong shrilled. She ignored that all her clothes had already been ripped to shreds as the Pure Yin Ribbon in her hand transformed into a space of cold Yin. She wanted to seal Mo Wuji within her space, capture him, then tear his body inch by inch and burn his soul bit by bit.
"Bang!" The Half Moon Weighted Halberd's lofty halberd light slammed against the cold Yin space. The halberd light tore a hole in the space, but this hole was soon mended.
Ling Rong coughed out a mouthful of vital blood, and her Pure Yin Ribbon suddenly exploded and transformed into millions of tiny Yin threads. This threads disregarded Mo Wuji's whirlpool array as they rapidly tried to wrap the space around Mo Wuji.
