While Su Mo and Yang Qingxi were making their way to the meeting point, they had no idea that the person who came to receive them was currently facing a life-and-death situation.
A woman who appeared to be in her thirties stood amidst the snowy forest. She wore a blue robe with the emblem of the White Moon Sect embroidered on her back. A short sword rested firmly in her hand as she stared ahead with a serious expression.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
At this moment, she was surrounded by six Grade Two Pishachas.
The twisted creatures lingered among the trees from different directions, their crimson eyes fixed on her figure. Black Yin Energy seeped from their bodies, staining the surrounding snow with an ominous aura.
The woman's grip on her sword tightened slightly.
'This is troublesome...'
Her eyes swept across the six monsters while rapidly calculating her chances.
'How did so many powerful Pishachas gather so close to the sect?'
