Gong Simeng wielded a soft whip, the tip of the whip lashed towards the black panther like a blade, with a crisp "snap," seemingly slicing through the air.
Her movements were graceful and agile, her posture charming, like a blooming lotus flower dancing in the wind, each action exuding elegance and sharpness.
Xiang Kun was chanting spells on the side, muttering words, his voice deep and obscure, as if conversing with ancient and mysterious powers. With his chanting, a gust of fierce wind howled up, making a "whoosh" sound, like a ferocious beast baring its teeth and claws at the black panther, causing its fur to be in disarray, and its originally agile movements were somewhat hindered. Its body swayed in the wind, emitting a low growl of displeasure.
