Chant—!
The Golden Sparrow Clan shouted in unison, while a visible gravitational field condensed around the woman in the phoenix skirt, emotions transforming into fearful flames, soaring skyward.
Beneath the majestic fox mask, those lazy rose-red divine eyes stared coldly at Xia Feng, as if looking at a dead man.
Separated by the barrier of the blood curtain, Xia Feng did not show the slightest fear of the divine gaze that could give goosebumps, instead, he smiled faintly, his fingers outstretched high above gradually closing in a slow, deliberate grasp.
Seeing Xia Feng's arrogant look, as if saying "What can you do to me?", Hua finally could not hold her composure. Her chest under the regal phoenix skirt subconsciously heaved, and even though untouched, her attention was forced to focus there, her gaze locked firmly on the barrier, on the large hand hovering in front of the red-skirted woman, watching every subtle movement of its closure...
