Little Xiyu felt an odd shiver crawl through its spine as it watched Xiao Ming. The little elemental spirit's wide eyes blinked in confusion and fear.
Dark runes flickered across Xiao Ming's body, glowing ominously as they pulsed with a strange, repulsive aura.
Little Xiyu instinctively backed away, its fur standing on end. The air was thick with a malevolent energy, one it had never encountered before.
Despite being an immortal creature by age, Little Xiyu was no expert in matters of cultivation, and it was at a complete loss. It couldn't comprehend the nature of the phenomenon unfolding before it.
It was somehow trapped, at least that was what it looked like. Xue Mao's protective array had sealed them inside, isolating them from the outside world.
A complex illusion veiled the area, barring entry or exit. It wasn't a trap of malice—just a necessary defense—but it left Little Xiyu with no way to seek help.
