The White Fox vanished before everyone's eyes, and the next moment, she reappeared.
In her arms, she cradled a woman covered in wounds yet clad in white Spirit Armor, and behind her, a bewitchingly charming woman turned deathly pale as she was imprisoned within the Void Prison, unable to break free.
Below, the half of the War Soul Hall that remained suddenly collapsed with a thunderous crash, turning into a pile of ruins.
Those Cultivators who were still alive inside were gone in the blink of an eye, completely wiped out.
The White Fox's tactics were silent yet fatally unseen; everyone felt a terrifying sensation as if being strangled at the throat.
Chills ran down every Cultivator's spine.
"Master…"
The White Fox approached Zhou Yan with respect.
Worry was clearly etched on her face.
