Shenlian Yingyue appeared, rescuing those who were on the verge of being killed by the evil cultivators.
Everyone, already steeped in despair, was left dumbfounded. The evil cultivators who had been beaten by Shenlian Yingyue were equally astonished.
Before they could close their mouths, the next scene widened their eyes in shock as the majestic, purple, fire-like blooms of the lotuses consumed the dead corpses and puppets, turning them to ashes.
Just like that, thousands of puppets and corpses vanished without a trace.
The atmosphere grew strangely quiet; even the trees seemed to hesitate to rustle.
Everyone became motionless, like statues, jaws dropped as they gaped at the slender figure in the black cloak, who hovered imposingly in the air, exuding a condescending presence towards the evil cultivators.
"HOLY MOLY!!!" Two minutes later, the crowd exclaimed in awe, while some who witnessed her beauty and grandeur show up fainted from the overwhelming mix of emotions.
