The moment Xia Ji landed, the red embroidered ball was already in front of him.
He did not realize it when he was faking it, but now that he was fighting Su Daji, he finally understood how annoying this thing was.
Even if you ignore distance and space, you still have to defend.
It was because the red silk ball really hurt when it hit someone.
If you don't guard against it, this pain will destroy your body and shatter your soul.
The clanging sounds and the seven-colored dragon shadows forced Xia Ji to repeat the previous scene.
However, the difference this time was that a pair of black dragon wings grew out of his shoulder blades. With a flap of his wings, pure black flames of tranquility formed a wall of fire forward.
The red ball was summoned back to the wall of fire, but it reappeared behind Xia Ji.
Xia Ji reacted quickly, but he could no longer defend himself and could only charge forward.
