When that demonic woman with blood-red twin-tails chanted her sinister evil technique incantations, Yuyan only remembered seeing blood-red starlight filling the entire sky wherever her gaze fell.
She felt a terrifying sense of crisis and instinctively summoned her defensive techniques to shield herself.
But under Yuyan's shocked gaze, Mei had already been enveloped by a massive blood-red flower bud.
As the blood-red plum blossom bloomed in the sky above, the energy wave that exploded was like a small nuclear bomb.
"Once, a teacher of mine in the Western Region taught me—"
"Explosion is art"
Amidst the chaotic blood-red light, the white-dressed girl bathed in countless plum petals spoke indifferently.
But this time, her voice was also tinged with demonic tones—within her casual laughter lay not only madness but also several traces of evil nature from the depths of the demonic abyss.
