The red threads were even faster than Chu Fan, on the verge of trapping him in mid-air.
Just then—
WHOOSH!
A cluster of ethereal blue flames ignited on the red threads out of thin air, without any warning.
The flames seemed to have no heat, yet they emanated a terrifying aura capable of incinerating souls.
SIZZLE!
Upon touching the flames, the indestructible Emotional Silks blazed like dry grass and turned to ash in the blink of an eye.
"Lord Leng, what is the meaning of this?"
The beautiful woman in the palace gown frowned, waving her hand to disperse the residual flames and retracting her Emotional Silk.
She looked up, her gaze cutting across the crowd to land directly on the ice-mountain beauty on the Demon Suppression Bureau's high platform—Demon Suppression Envoy Leng Qingqiu.
