Looking at the horrifying ghostly faces surging toward her, Piao Xueyan's heart turned to iron as she coldly shouted, "I am a disciple of the Floating Void Sect, and the spirit of our sect is not something you demons and ghosts can compare with. Get lost!"
Suddenly, a majestic aura burst forth from Piao Xueyan's body and swept in all directions. With a crisp "crack" sound, the dark space around her, as well as the terrifying ghostly faces rushing towards her, shattered like glass.
Piao Xueyan instantly returned to the original world.
"Hm?" At that moment, Piao Xueyan's beautiful and graceful face frowned as she looked at the snow-colored fiery figure in her hand and squeezed, causing the fiery flames to dissipate, leaving nothing behind.
Long Meng, who had just been burning in her hand from her fiery flames, had now vanished.