With Ji Fei'er's gentle voice, Lei Deman unconsciously glanced over.
In battle, focusing intently on one's opponent is instinctive, but it was this instinct that led Lei Deman into a trap.
Upon looking, Lei Deman saw a myriad of phenomena in his eyes, and he instantly fell into an illusionary realm of desire.
Trouble, illusion technique!
Lei Deman felt a sinking feeling in his heart, quickly steadied his mind, and simultaneously swept his battle axe in a defensive posture to buy time to escape the illusionary realm.
Ji Fei'er giggled, "Too late, you've been tricked, yo!"
The red silk ribbon dancing around Ji Fei'er instantly flew out, wrapping around the thunderous battle axe like a snake in the blink of an eye, tightly entwining it.
The battle axe struggled fiercely, trying to free itself from the control of the red silk, but the ribbon seemed to extend infinitely, firmly binding the battle axe.
