The instant the dagger crossed her, Li Shen's eyes flashed.
The dagger exploded, releasing a burst of black mist that expanded outward like a living thing. It wrapped around her, tendrils of Death Qi coiling and constricting her form.
Piao Ling groaned, pain lancing through her spirit. She quickly dispersed the mist with a surge of soul energy and reappeared, ready to counterattack.
But her movements stopped halfway.
Behind her, the black mist twisted and the dagger reformed, its tip gleaming with a faint, deathly light.
Before she could react, it shot forward, piercing her back. She gasped, immediately switching again to her soul form. The blade passed through harmlessly, but when she turned back, Li Shen was already in front of her.
"Death of the Soul," he whispered.
His hand closed around her throat. His other hand guided the dagger through her chest, sinking directly into her heart.
