The golden inscriptions moved as if alive, ceaselessly circulating in the palm of Mo Tianya's hand.
Just as Mo Tianya noticed the inscriptions in his hand, Yang Zhen suddenly whispered, "Retract!"
Hum!
A strange energy emerged as Mo Tianya witnessed the ten Golden Fate Balls in his hand leave his grasp, tracing a perfect arc in mid-air and falling into the hands of the Hongluan Spiritual Girl, he couldn't even react in time.
"No!"
Mo Tianya was enraged. He roared and charged at the Hongluan Spiritual Girl.
The Hongluan Spiritual Girl looked stunned, turned to look at Yang Zhen, who was half-smiling and half-smirking, and with a scornful reprimand, a red radiance exploded out from the long sword in her hand. It was like a surge of flames. A red phoenix behind her cried out to the sky, unleashing a formidable force, ready to confront Mo Tianya.
