C182 Deity descends to the world

Two black ghost auras grabbed onto Zhao Mingyue's shoulders tightly. Zhao Mingyue only felt a chill from her shoulders, even though she was currently in a state of rage and desperation, she was also shocked by the two palms formed by the black auras on her shoulders.

It did not even seem like a human's arm, but more like a ghost's. Normally, Zhao Mingyue would never have seen such a thing