It was clearly the scorching heat of midsummer, yet the violent sunlight here became particularly eerie.
The Black Market Ghost Realm had transformed into a massive, indistinct silhouette, resembling a deep ocean abyss...
Forget about ordinary people; even a Martial Artist, upon seeing it, would feel as if their heart was gripped by a pale, icy hand, rendering them unable to breathe.
With the integration of the "Pig," Lady Yan's appearance had become even more hauntingly dignified.
The whiteness on her face was no longer a horrifying pale but a delicate pallor, as if she had applied a thick, expensive foundation.
Her red lips were as vivid as flames.
Her hairpin became darker, engraved with obscure patterns.
Most noticeable, however, was her cyan robe.
