The Silver Fern Lady floated in mid-air, her skeletal wings shedding fragments continuously. Her ethereal vine dress writhed constantly, with countless roots extending from the irregular hem, each one connected to a divine body. The space around her violently distorted, as if she were a fallen angel emerging from hell.
Boom!
The roots and bone wings crafted of divine bone flapped, creating an unstoppable windstorm within the space, grinding countless ghostly hands to dust. The exquisitely carved stone columns in front of the temple, a hundred meters tall, began to peel away in the wind, becoming visibly pockmarked and uneven.
The fallen boulders whirled through the air like missiles, crashing into the vast black land and carving out giant craters.
"Roar!"
The mist surrounding Qiuqiu was blown away, revealing a massive black dragon phantom coiled upon the earth. Its dull yellow eyes flashed with anger as it flapped its wings, resisting the oppression from the Silver Fern Lady.
