Qianxun could clearly feel an extremely cold chill invading her tail, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
But fortunately, her cultivation had grown much stronger by now, so she immediately channeled her Spiritual Energy to grapple with that chilling force. Soon enough, she successfully retrieved her tail.
On the side, Xia Yanran saw this and clenched her fists angrily, then shouted at the Ghost King, "Useless thing, why don't you kill her quickly?"
She had gone through so much trouble to create such a Ghost King, yet he couldn't kill this fox spirit, Qianxun, in an instant!
Upon hearing Xia Yanran's order, the Ghost King immediately charged at Qianxun in a frenzy.
For a moment, the entire back mountain of White Cloud Temple was shrouded in endless black mist, and in Qianxun's ears, ghostly wailing and howling resounded, the scene resembling Hell.
Huo Tianzun gripped the Merit Sword nervously, "Baby, be careful!"
