The figure stood there, under the moonlight.
She narrowed her fox-like eyes. They were gleaming with a gentle, eerie light.
Tang Hao pressed his head with his left hand. He was barely able to remain standing. His consciousness was slipping, and many illusions of various colors were appearing in front of him. He bit the tip of his tongue hard to keep him grounded in reality.
Illusion sorcery was very hard to counter. The woman's cultivation base might not be as high as his, but her illusion sorcery could control and defeat him.
The seductive woman casually walked over. Her eyes were transfixed on Tang Hao.
She was surprised that the boy was the only person who remained standing.
She examined him closely, and her eyes opened wide with incredulity. She had just realized that the boy's cultivation base was almost the same as hers, which was a lot higher than she had expected.
