A single dancing figure can be quite gorgeous and pleasing to the eye, but dozens of dancing figures moving simultaneously can be terrifying and make one's heart race, causing a tingling sensation at the scalp.
"Illusion? Impossible!" Wang Shihai's face changed as he realized he had run into trouble. He quickly prepared to retreat hastily.
"Thinking of escape now? I'm afraid it's too late." A frigid female voice echoed gently behind him. An unnoticeable small butterfly had somehow managed to find its way behind Wang Shihai. The butterfly twisted and transformed into a woman wearing a weft yarn Douli.
A jade flute was already resting on the back of Wang Shihai's head, ready to explode with a sudden release of her mysterious energy. It would ensure that Wang Shihai's head would burst open like a large watermelon.
