Who dies at whose hands?
Translator: La0o9
Gu Qing Shan moved away, revealing Xie Dao Ling who had just finished casting her Divine Skill.
The entire world was engulfed in a gloomy color.
The boundlessly vast river, a lonely dingy, and a feminine figure slowly appeared.
As the leader of the wraiths glanced over, he immediately exclaimed:
"NO! This is a Huang Quan great realm Divine Skill! Everyone------ use that technique!"
He quickly tossed out a round ice-colored glazed mirror.
Over a dozen wraiths chanted the same incantation and formed the same hand seals.
A lanky figure appeared from their bodies to hold the mirror up.
The wraiths all shouted together:
"With my vitality, Samsara Resistance Technique, stop!"
Their vitality was siphoned from the top of their heads, infusing into that figure.
With so much overflowing vitality, that figure slowly solidified and displayed its real form.
It was a woman dressed in a colorful silk dress.