C359 Phantom

At this juncture, even the simplest of minds could tell something was seriously amiss with Miao Yue.

"Curse you, juniors... may your deaths be wretched!"

The imposter Miao Yue's once lovely face was now a grotesque mask, contorted and smeared with dark grey blood as venomous curses spilled from her lips.

Her voice, once melodious, now grated like rusted metal scraping together