At the same time, over at Phantom Spirit's location, with a slight stir of her thoughts, as many as nine figures appeared around her.
All nine figures were women, seeming somewhat illusory, dressed in light veils, flirting playfully, with stunningly beautiful appearances, similar to Phantom Spirit, exuding a thick, enchanting aura all over.
This aura transformed into a storm, overwhelmingly surged towards Duanmu Ci.
Even though Duanmu Ci had prepared himself, Phantom Spirit was after all from the Dragon God Realm, and for a moment, Duanmu Ci was indeed lost.
His eyes dulled, puppet-like, as the longsword he had been brandishing lost control and fell to the ground.
"Young man, let your concubine serve you well!"
A seductive voice echoed in Duanmu Ci's ears, and in that moment, Duanmu Ci actually cracked a smile, his eyes filled with lustful light, dumbly walking toward Phantom Spirit.
"His realm is still too low," said the Goddess, shaking her head.
"Whoosh!"
