Bab 148: Frothing puddle

Song Yan swiped her scythe as she aimed for the head of the hooded figure but it was faster than she has expected, with unmatched agility it flew back and stood in front of her, eerily still. As if waiting for her to make a move, Song Yan sneered as she took a flaming talisman from her space ring and threw it at the figure, the thing tried to dodge it but couldn't.