"Die, you traitor!"
Fen Xiao roared and raised the Blood Axe again; at this distance, it was the blind spot for a Dharma Image's attack!
Without the Dharma Image, what could you possibly use to face me?
Die traitor, die!
Indeed, it was true. Li Yelai's strongest strike required the Divine General Dharma Image, an ample environment of Thunder or electricity, and his pushed-to-the-limit Abyss Dragon Scale Armor—not one could be missing.
Without these, he naturally couldn't contend with a Sixth-sense Expert.
But…he was not alone.
Beside him stood a girl dressed in a shriveled Doll costume, lifting her hand as dense air currents gathered, nearly instantaneously turning the air viscous.
Fen Xiao, who crashed into it, felt as if he was in a quagmire; no matter how the bloody flames erupted from his body, his speed inevitably slowed down.
At the same time, the Doll pulled off her hood, revealing her delicate and charming little face.
