Selena's grin widened as she lifted her hands, her fingers spreading outward.
The very air trembled, saturated with the overwhelming presence of blood energy.
The mist surrounding her thickened, taking on a darker hue, and as she slowly exhaled, the crimson fog began to twist and coil around her.
Yan Zijin remained still, standing in midair with perfect balance, her hands lightly relaxed at her sides.
With a single motion, Selena clawed through the air, and the blood mist around her solidified instantly... turning into dozens of twisting, crimson twigs with sharp pointy edges.
The twigs lashed outward with horrifying speed, their tips sharpening into spears as they shot toward Yan Zijin from every possible angle.
Yan Zijin's body shifted by a hair's breadth, and the first tendril barely missed her face, whipping past her.
The second one came immediately after, aiming for her ribs.