He burst into wild laughter, his voice sharp and piercing, echoing wantonly in the tranquil and cold snowy night, shattering the original peace: "Hahaha! Heaven does not abandon me, tonight there are actually such three charming beauties waiting here, it seems I have struck quite a fortune!"
The laughter was like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine.
Having said that, he suddenly kicked with his legs, and the snow on the ground was shaken and scattered.
His entire body was like a black lightning bolt, wrapped in a fierce wind, swiftly charging towards Yili.
In mid-air, he promptly unleashed the insidious and vicious "Seven Evils Palm."
His palms danced swiftly, bringing forth a black gale as thick as ink, the palm shadows layer upon layer, like a surging black tide, charging fiercely at Yili with a menacing momentum, as if to engulf her instantly into an endless abyss of darkness, swallowing her whole.
