The black-robed woman suddenly found the scenery before her eyes dramatically transformed, and she was now in a strange world.
Below were continuous rivers flowing endlessly, surrounded by unevenly distributed towering mountains. High up in the sky floated three colossal fireballs, resembling miniature suns, emitting bursts of dazzling white light.
However, everything appeared quite desolate, with only black and white colors, devoid of any other hues.
The black-robed woman's complexion shifted, her gaze swept around her, and she quickly regained her composure, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Thinking a mere space-controlling magic weapon could trap me is nothing but a foolish fantasy!"
By this time, her arms had already restored to their normal state, and with a flash of green light in her hand, a bronze scythe with an ancient design appeared. With a sweep through the air, a hazy slash of blade light shot forth.
