There were no profound ritual patterns.
There were no fanciful ceremony steps.
This time, she laid all her cards on the table—in the blink of an eye, she summoned her trump card—the 'Scarlet' Seven Star Mysterious Evil!
Dressed in scarlet, her beauty was unmatched in all ages.
Floating in the night sky, three thousand strands of red silk cascaded down.
Amidst the chilly winds, the scarlet dress rustled, and its sleeves danced before the roaring waves.
Its figure seemed to pierce through heaven and earth, and even compared to the distant shadow that obscured the sun, it did not appear insignificant in the slightest.
Whoosh—
The red silk, like blood, fluttered forth, transforming in an instant into a colossal red wall that rolled toward the true form of the Blackwing Myth beneath the massive shadow.
"A... Seven Star Mysterious Evil?"
The Blackwing Myth's eyes narrowed, "I thought this would be an easy job, but it seems..."
He wasn't that surprised anymore.
