The female disciple was immediately frightened out of her wits.
She stared at the massive eave plummeting towards her, her pretty face ashen and her eyes filled with an expression of bleak despair.
It must be known that she had recently survived a great battle; not only was she still nursing her wounds, but there was not a trace of Power left within her.
Confronted by the suddenly falling eave, she had no choice but to watch death approach, as there was no second option available to her.
"Swoosh——"
However, just at this moment, a whistling sound pierced through the air.
A streak of purple light struck the enormous eave, sending it flying away!
In the next instant, a graceful silhouette in a black gown appeared right before the female disciple.
Her appearance was otherworldly, her figure outlined in perfect curves, and she seemed as though she had stepped out of a painting, radiant with peerless beauty.
