Tan Qingying's entire body was now as black as ink. Black mist curled around her small frame like the whispers of death itself. The darkness seemed to flicker as if countless demons were ready to burst forth from her body at any moment.0

“Little Ying!” Li Xiaofei shouted.0

Li Xiaofei rushed forward and cradled the fallen Tan Qingying in his arms. He quickly concentrated, and a purifying energy imbued with the strength of the Flame Blade surged into her body. But it failed. The black mist enveloping Tan Qingying’s body instantly repelled the Flame Blade's energy.0

Li Xiaofei felt a sharp pain in his palm. When he raised his hand to look, his palm and fingers were blackened. Fortunately, the purifying energy of the Flame Blade began to slowly dispel the corpse-like black energy. 0

But Li Xiaofei had...0