Su Nanzhi had an accurate premonition of danger and subconsciously set up a protective barrier for herself.
The next second, her barrier shattered.
A dense ghost aura that she had never experienced before enveloped her.
Su Nanzhi only saw a flash of red.
But in that instant, she couldn't move at all. The ghostly presence directly suppressed the fire and magic weapon on her body.
The back of Su Nanzhi's neck was seized by a hand as though wrapped by a cold, venomous snake, as if it were about to break her neck the next second.
The hand tightened slightly, and Su Nanzhi felt a bit suffocated.
This was the first time in her eighteen years of life that she had faced death so directly.
The breath of death.
Even when her heart attack occurred, she was certain she wouldn't die.
But this time, she felt that if the person behind her exerted a little more force, she would indeed have to report to the Underworld.
She couldn't move now, nor could she speak.
