When Mu Xingyi fell to the bottom of Burial Dragon Valley, giant stones were constantly smashed around, raising dust. Amidst it, on a patch of open ground, a slender silhouette with a missing arm stood quietly.
Through the dust, Mu Xingyi could see that the cross-section of her arm was irregular.
The uneven break appeared somewhat fierce and horrific, but there was no blood flowing out, only a black fog enveloping it.
Lady Wan seemed not to mind her injury, her gaze locked on the palace-dressed girl in mid-air, her black eyes indiscernible of any emotion.
Seeing her like this, Mu Xingyi unconsciously frowned.
Lady Wan seemed to notice his concern and suddenly glanced sideways at him with a gentle smile:
"My lord, I am a Yin Ghost; such injuries are not severe for me."
Yin Ghosts are neither of the Human Race nor the Demon Race; they do not have a traditional fatal weakness.
To kill her, the only option would be to thoroughly crush every strand of her soul.
