บท 125: The Crisis

"Sadly, you are too late. Now, please enjoy my elegant transformation. Then, please die in peace."

Her tone was calm, mixed with a form of blunt arrogance that was difficult to hide. Her cocky voice echoed throughout the cave.

Pity, only three of them were left.

In the next moment, a purple silhouette slowly walked over. Her features were delicate, and her temperate was proudly elegant. Just like a fairy, Yue Lian Han’s walk was airy and charming.

Her expression was calm like the water and the emotion in her eyes was deep like a well. She stared at the two people before her, as if staring at two ants. That pair of high-above-others and arrogant eyes of hers gazed down like she was looking down on Earth from the Heavens, and that she was an Immortal watching over the mortals.

Above Yue Lian Han’s head floated the Golden Pages. A ray of gold light shone down on her, making her look like a real Goddess, divine and inviolable.