Amidst the billowing dust and smoke, Leng Yueshuang was a vision of fierce beauty. She wore a black, form-fitting jumpsuit, her long hair tied back in a ponytail that whipped in the wind. Her slender, tall figure was a breathtaking silhouette in the hazy air, and her eyes held a chillingly sharp glint that no one dared to meet directly.
She was like a goddess of death who had clawed her way out of hell—detached from the mortal coil, yet walking among men, responsible for harvesting ugly souls. She stepped over the fallen door panel and entered the room with unhurried grace. As she moved into the light, her exquisitely beautiful and cold face was revealed in full.
Sun Zhe stared dazedly at her striking and beautiful figure, a flicker of light gradually returning to his bewildered eyes.
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