Zhan Tian raised his hand, and the battlefield shifted once more.
A woman materialized from swirling shadows, her form clad in flowing black robes that seemed to drink in the light. A pair of curved daggers rested in her hands, their edges shimmering with eerie violet energy.
"Meet my second champion," Zhan Tian announced. "The only warrior to ever master the Great Law of Death without inheriting the authority."
Yun Lintian's breath caught. The moment she appeared, the temperature plummeted. Frost crackled across the battlefield, and the air itself grew heavy with the weight of mortality.
Linlin's fur stood on end. "That's... not normal."
Qingqing shivered. "She smells like... the end."
The woman didn't speak. She simply tilted her head, studying Yun Lintian with eyes like bottomless voids.
Then she moved.
One moment she stood ten paces away. The next, her dagger was carving toward Yun Lintian's throat.
He barely raised the White Dragon Spear in time.
CLANG!
