"Crack!"
Following a thunderous boom, a cage suddenly formed beneath Ning Mengyao's feet.
It completely trapped her within.
At the same time, the eight puppets that had just been restrained transformed into eight demonic blades, slamming toward the cage in the middle.
In just an instant, they pierced through the prison.
"Meng Yao!"
Xu Zhi Rou, still fending off the other curse casters, couldn't spare any effort to help.
Seeing Ning Mengyao sustain a severe injury, she screamed with all her might.
"Don't worry, she's fine."
Just then, Lin Fan's voice reached her ears.
He approached Xu Zhi Rou with a smile, calm and composed.
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen onrushing curse casters collapsed to the ground, instantly paralyzed.
Having lost control, they also lost control of their bodies.
"You've finally decided to take action."
Seeing Ning Mengyao 'killed,' Beitiao Qian Naizi sneered at the corner of her mouth.
