"You have no idea what you're dealing with, today I will destroy you!"
"I'm afraid you're not capable of that," a calm yet arrogant voice suddenly arose behind him.
The Masked Man turned around in surprise, and a flicker of panic flashed through his eyes when he saw the scene before him.
From within the golden flames, a figure slowly emerged.
Slim in stature, with hair flying about.
The raging flames leaped wildly over her body, yet she walked out unscathed and leisurely, as if strolling in a garden.
When she stepped out of the golden flames, the flames instantly disappeared, hidden within her body.
Feng Yueya had resurrected from the dead!
She was still herself, yet slightly different.
Her skin was like snow, her eyes sparkling and sharp, her face cold, her body emanating a murderous aura.
She was like a beautiful yet deadly poppy!
"Whoosh—" Sensing her presence, the Black Iron Sword changed direction and flew towards her.
