A cloud of black fog howled through the skies, sharp laughs spreading out from it. The sounds were like rusty nails rubbing across porcelain plates, leaving one’s scalp tingling. The mass of black fog stopped outside a city. Then, a part of it protruded outwards and condensed into the upper half of a woman’s body. Her chest was incomparably large and heavy and it shook and quaked as she laughed.

Taking a deep breath, the woman revealed an intoxicated expression. “What a delicious scent. Only in the Immortal Sect’s world can one find so many formidable souls. Then, this old lady won’t be polite.”

Her body blew apart, turning into endless black fog. She was like a black curtain that covered the skies, shrouding the entire city in darkness.

Endless screams of panic and despair came from beneath the black fog. When they gathered together, they became a gorgeous dirge of death. The woman’s sharp laughter was like sweet singing, recklessly releasing the aura of oblivion.

As time gradually passed, the city beneath the black fog seemed to fall into a deep slumber, until finally no more sounds emerged.

The black fog surged towards a corner of the city and the upper half of the woman reappeared. She licked her seductive fire-red lips, a look of enjoyment...