"Is this person even one of ours?" Qiao Mu shot him a curt glare before shifting her gaze to the black-clad individuals who exchanged wary looks.
"Here's your final opportunity. Depart immediately!"
The leader of the dark-clad group involuntarily snorted with a mixture of anger and derision. His stare at Qiao Mu was charged with a venomous intensity.
Duan Yue's eyes narrowed, the impish grin on his face turning chilling.
/How dare these reckless fools cast such insolent gazes toward Qiaoqiao./
"Since you're so reluctant to leave, then you can remain right here," Qiao Mu stated icily. With a swift gesture, a multitude of talismans sailed forth in graceful arcs.
Upon triggering the eight-trigram binding talisman, an array of radiant streaks landed upon the black-garbed figures.
Simultaneously, Qiao Mu dispatched over a hundred five-spirit talismans, configuring an intricate network of five-spirit assault formations.
