"Buzz..."
The Taiyin Storm swept out, Lu Yuan's white clothes fluttered, her long hair flying.
Under the full moon, Lu Yuan seemed to merge with the moon itself, her shadow appearing within that bright moon.
Waves of coldness spread outward like tides, Lu Yuan closed her eyes, her body gradually merging into the moon, transforming into an ice sculpture, crystallizing within.
This space grew colder, a bone-chilling cold.
"Lu Yuan."
Li Fan looked up at Lu Yuan's state and called out, her figure seemed less clear, as if she had merged into the moon, appearing like a moonlight goddess, sacred and blurred, giving off an unreal feeling.
"Kill."
The surrounding Sword Cultivators felt the biting cold, but still charged forward. Li Fan was at his limit, and although Lu Yuan was strong, it was hard to cause much of a ripple, let alone stop the numerous Sword Cultivators.
