C160 Three Thousand Zhang White Hair

The shadow of the black skeleton behind Satsuma became more solid as she moved. A substance-like qi soared into the sky like an evil god in the underworld, filling the entire space. As the bloody scythe in the skeleton's hand swung, the space was silently split open.

Two blood-red flames were dancing slowly in the empty eye sockets of the skeleton. The black bones were emitting a blood-red light