A trace of cruelty appeared on the woman’s face when she saw the red silk ball.

“Wahuang! Don’t think that I don’t know you’re also trying to appear much stronger than you are! You’re so gravely injured that you don’t even command the strength of a senior cultivator at the moment!”

Hum!

The shadow over the dark grand supreme’s head transformed into a ghostly body that melded into her. This was her true form—an enormous black demonic shadow. She was neither demon nor ghost. She puffed up her chest as she faced Wahuang’s incoming ball of silk, neither seeking to dodge or block it.

Wahuang was deeply injured and had died once; she was alive now only because of Lu Yun. Due to this, she was at less than...