C1123 Primitive fall

Petals floated up into the air, as if they had fallen from a tree, beautiful and desolate.

Of course, these weren't real petals, but the condensed power of the Flying Immortal Stage, carrying a biting killing intent.

The petals condensed from the flying immortal's power shattered the layers of natural order. A woman in white with a slender figure and flawless hand swatted out