With the first cat making a move, the rest of the cats also began to rise up, like warriors defending their territory, launching an attack on Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan.
Xia Mian gently curled her lips, "Even people aren't my match, and now you're sending a bunch of beasts? Ha!"
The moment her "ha" fell, her hands moved as well.
Her hands were beautiful, slender and fair, lightly sweeping through the air, instantly bringing the surrounding air to life, creating a transparent whirlpool.
The black cats seemed as if an invisible hand had gripped the neck of their destiny, struggling as they were sucked into the transparent whirlpool.
The black cats emitted a series of sharp cries, black mist gathering and dispersing around them, transforming into a complex black totem in the air.
The totem emitted an eerie black light, with hidden forces of the yin soul inside, eroding mental clarity.
