That Clothing
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
"Arghhhhhh!!!"
The shrill screams spread out with roaring hatred. Maybe they sensed something, after they heard those screams turn into smoke, those ghosts who were hesitant to step forward roared and floated forward to wrap themselves around Feng Jiu.
The wisps of ghosts floated out like black smoke and came towards her. The powerful yin energy surrounded her whole body and she couldn't see anything else in the darkness.
Feng Jiu immediately mobilised the breath in her body, Blue Edge struck out from her hand in the darkness and struck the surroundings with a roar of flames. She drew an arc around her separating and expelling the ghosts that were surrounding her.
In her dazzling red dress, her beautiful face with a touch of captivating coldness stared at the ghosts around her with sharp coercive eyes and she curled her lips and sneered: "You were no match for me when you were alive, you are no match for me in death!"