The female monk who had been knocked down should have been severely injured if not dead.
Yet, she suddenly stood upright, in a particularly strange stance — a full crouch, with her joints twisted, all completely reversed.
Duan Yun hadn't reacted yet, but Ziyu and the Murong brothers realized what it was.
The first thing that ca to mind was — "Female corpse!"
The female corpse ridden by the King of Hell.
In the snow hermitage, they had once been struck by the sculpture of the "King of Hell Riding the Corpse," its details clearly etched in their mories.
The female corpse ridden by the King of Hell lay crouched like this, with her joints twisted backward, looking particularly sinister and bizarre.
And so was this female monk!
Now she was spitting out white foam like cotton, because she had swallowed several chunks of moon dust from the ice layer in an instant, and her headpiece had long since shattered, exposing her eyes, now devoid of any color but white.
The female corpse was there, but where was the King of Hell?
"Ahhhhhh!"
A high-pitched female scream suddenly resounded, echoing all around.
The sound seed intertwined with the ringing of bronze bells, sotis within the hall, sotis within the ice layer, giving the impression that the King of Hell was really coming to claim lives.
"There!"
Ziyu's sharp eyes imdiately locked onto a corner of the ice layer.
Indeed, a figure was moving there.
Duan Yun quickly looked over and activated the "Room Pupil Technique."
His vision pierced through the ice layer and fell upon the figure.
It was a woman, a tall and athletic woman, with skin of a darker shade, like wheat.
She was enveloped in the cotton-like moon dust, resembling soone bathing in bubbles.
Even under such eerie circumstances, Duan Yun couldn't help but feel his heart speed up due to the woman's seductive appearance.
Such a "dark-skinned, long-legged woman" easily evokes the most primal desires.
"That female monk?"
Duan Yun's first thought was of another female monk since the other had vanished from the hall.
But imdiately he doubted it.
This woman's build was far taller and fuller, at least a head taller, and importantly, she had hair.
Her hair flowed behind her like a small waterfall.
Not everyone is like the Murong brothers, able to mutate hair at a mont's notice, even conjure it out of nowhere.
With a rumble, the woman suddenly straightened, as if she was stepping out of a bath.
However, the simple act of stepping out caused a massive commotion.
The moon dust within the ice layer churned, erupting from the fissure, forcing the Murong brothers, these bloodthirsty spectators, to be blown away, while Ziyu used his sword light to avoid being washed away.
With a bang!
Sothing as though descended from the heavens, bringing with it a trendous noise.
The ice layer on the ground shattered instantly, erupting like waves, creating circles of rippling pits.
Ziyu had to leap into the air, temporarily avoiding the terrifying impact.
Even Duan Yun, who stood his ground with a sword, slid backward a distance, leaving a clear trace on the ground.
Amid the lingering misty ice fog, a tall silhouette soon erged.
The previously tall woman now stood atop the joint-reversed "female monk," and at so point, donned an ultra-short skirt over her wheat-colored skin.
The Murong brothers, who had crawled over, and Ziyu, who fell from above, couldn't help but exclaim, "The King of Hell Riding the Corpse!"
The King of Hell had finally mounted the female corpse, yet none of them would have imagined that the King of Hell would be a beautiful dark-skinned girl.
Even the Murong brothers' eyes glead with excitent, although now, with their power barely restored, they struggled even to act as bloodthirsty spectators.
Soon after, a bizarre expression appeared on Duan Yun's face.
Having used the Room Pupil Technique, he had already seen the face first.
It was clearly the face of that red-hooded female monk, yet she had transford. Her form was fuller, her skin darker, and her bald head now boasted flowing long hair.
Wait a minute, even my amputee costic surgery can't compare to your flashy transformation. Doesn't Doctor Duan deserve any face?
"Mao Lai!"
The "female monk" who had turned into the dark-skinned girl spoke, and the sound wave was strong enough to be painful to the ears.
Simultaneously, with a bang, a spear of dark blue burst through the ice, flying into her hands.
This spear was clearly forged from both Xuanbing and moon dust, as if the two materials gnawed at each other, forming a helical shape.
"Kill!"
With this sound, the beautiful King of Hell rode the female corpse into battle.
When Duan Yun first saw the woman, he felt she evoked primal desires, and the instant she uttered "kill," another primal aura filled the entire space.
It felt as if he was transported back to those primitive tis at the dawn of heaven and earth when human warriors charged across the land.
The beautiful King of Hell on her corpse charged at an astonishing speed, already upon him right after saying "kill."
At that mont, Duan Yun experienced the illusion of confronting a caged tiger.
No, his Room Pupil Technique revealed that she was indeed a White Tiger!
The spear bore down in advance!
Primal cries, primal bodies, primal charges—all appeared so wild and simple, yet they exerted imnse pressure on Duan Yun.
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