"Hmph! Dream on!" Without another word, Madam Brulee's body suddenly turned into a butterfly vine that was as tall as the sky. Thousands of thin threads transformed from the vine and surged towards Ye Qingchen.
When Ye Qingchen saw that Madam Brulee's attack was so ferocious, he hurriedly transformed his body into a black fog that filled the sky and dissipated into the sky of the inner city.
The vines attacked the black fog, but they couldn't find any traces of Ye Qingchen.
Suddenly, a light flashed in the black fog, and a sharp sword cut off more than ten of Madam Brulee's vines. The butterfly vine shrank in pain, and countless flower buds suddenly grew on the other vine. The flower buds bloomed and turned into gorgeous flowers in the shape of butterflies.
"Explode!"
After Madam Brulee shouted in a low voice, shocking explosions sounded one after another in the black fog.
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