The solitary graceful silhouette dancing is quite splendid and beautiful. Yet when dozens of graceful silhouettes dance simultaneously, it becomes terrifying and heart-pounding, making one's scalp tingle.
"Illusion? How can this be!" Wang Shihai's face changed dramatically as he thought to himself that this was not good; today he had likely encountered a formidable challenge. Hastily, he prepared to swiftly retreat backward.
"Just now thinking of escaping? I'm afraid it's too late." The icy, elegant voice of the woman softly sounded behind him, as a small butterfly—something everyone had neglected—was already behind Wang Shihai. In a distortion, the butterfly transformed into a woman wearing a veiled straw hat.
Sometime earlier, the jade flute was already pressed against the back of Wang Shihai's head; as soon as her Profound Qi erupts, there's no guarantee Wang Shihai's head won't explode like a large watermelon.
