Li Yao snorted coldly, as the sickle in his hand once again transformed into a giant scythe. With dazzling flashes of light, countless tendrils were severed, unable to get anywhere near him.
"What do I need to do for you to believe that I have no ill intentions?"
The Ancient Elf was extremely astonished to see that Li Yao could defend against so many tendrils with just a scythe; her spells had never failed before.
"I've already said it twice, surrender yourself."
The Ancient Elf gritted her teeth and began to recite a complex incantation.
Li Yao's expression changed, "Are you insane? There are crazies from Uldaman patrolling outside. If you release such a powerful spell, even this Nightmare Barrier won't hide the fluctuations, and we'll both be exposed. I truly mean no harm; otherwise, I wouldn't have come alone."
