Su Wanyun had no time to think. Her Nine Nether Ghost Claw transformed into ten sharp blades, slashing toward Zhao Rui.
After unleashing the attack, she turned and bolted without a second glance.
She wished she could sprout wings and fly, anything but rely on her legs.
'This man is terrifying.'
The Illusory Sound from before had nearly cast her into Avici Hell to suffer the endless torment of debauchery and depravity.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Zhao Rui formed a series of Hand Formulas. The sky suddenly dimmed as a fine, drizzling rain began to fall. A gentle breeze rose, refreshing the soul, making it feel like a pleasant outing with friends and family on an early spring day.
Su Wanyun was horrified. She moved even faster, her body leaving a trail of afterimages.
But no matter how she twisted, turned, or dashed about, the rain clung to her like maggots on a bone, shadowing her every move.
"Do you really think you can escape?"
