With a wave of her sleeves, the Goddess of Wu Mountain vanished, causing Nuba’s attack to fall empty. 0

Nuba looked at the surrounding fog and sneered, “Yaoji, do you think I won’t be able to suppress you just because you morphed into a fog? That might be true for others, but that doesn’t include me!”0

Her robe flared outward as her unkempt hair fluttered furiously. A visible heat wave began spreading from her, causing earth to crack and spirit springs to dry up. The lush trees on the mountain swiftly withered. 0

It looked as if the vibrant Wu Mountain had turned barren in an instant. Even the fog shrouding the mountain slowly dissipated, and not a single cloud was left. 0

Xingtian and Kuafu couldn’t help but speak up. “Madam, this matter…”0

“Shut up! This has nothing to do with you, so don’t...0