“What is it?” Wahuang frowned when she saw Lu Yun’s expression.

“Can you really not see her?” He stared fixedly at the faceless woman.

This was no ghost or dead spirit. Neither of those would dare approach Lu Yun. However, he didn’t sense the presence of the living from her either. He had no idea what she was.

Currently, the sixth level mortal realm cultivator attempting to pull the sword out was withering away at a speed visible to the naked eye. He swiftly shriveled up and dispersed into the air as a pile of dust.

Utter silence descended upon the scene at his demise. That cultivator...