Two eerily pale infants darted swiftly out of the shadows.
One of them opened its mouth wide, and its gaping bloody maw split its oversized head in two.
Its ghastly white teeth and the bloody scraps of flesh hanging in its rank mouth looked both disgusting and gory.
This little ghost's movement technique was exceptionally fast, its whole body shrouded in dark, rolling clouds.
It opened its mouth wide, swiftly and fiercely gulping down all the shards of ice that had come cascading from the sky, unfazed, with its body remaining completely unscathed.
The other little ghost was slightly smaller, with blood-red eyes, adept at circling around its target.
It quickly maneuvered around to Yin Baishuang's back, biting viciously towards the back of her slender, snow-white neck.
Yin Baishuang's eyes flickered slightly, unhurried and calm, the sword hilt nimbly spinning at her fingertips, drawing several sword flowers, with the sharp sword tip pointing backward.
