White Tiger The Thief

After Mu Ningxue's Wind Wings formed on her back, the black abyss stirred up the Undead Wind and broke it within a few seconds. Mu Ningxue almost lost her balance.

Once she started falling into the black abyss, her momentum increased. The deeper she sank into the black abyss, the more difficult it was for her to escape from it.

Mu Ningxue tried to raise the sails but was frequently defeated. She cast a glance at the edge of the black abyss. She knew there would still be a long way to go to break free of the terrifying magic.

Mu Ningxue looked back at the ten-thousand-year-old demonic creature. She hesitated for a while before taking out the tiny Extreme Dust.

Mu Ningxue filled the Extreme Dust with Space Element Magic. Suddenly, she threw it far away from her. Like a tile tapping lightly on a lake, the Extreme Dust released the ripples in the air and swung further. It disappeared out of sight within the blink of an eye.