Two silhouettes morphed once more, splitting into four, and four golden figures simultaneously shot towards Pretty Girl's direction like four beams of gold.
Pretty Girl raised her right hand, and a Peacock feather had already quietly arrived in her grasp. Then she closed her eyes.
Indeed, it was as if she disdained even a glance at her opponent, simply shutting her eyes.
The four golden figures swiftly neared, and when they were less than twenty meters away from Pretty Girl, they abruptly accelerated, crisscrossing in their paths.
It was at this moment that Pretty Girl moved. Her delicate body started spinning in place, and behind her, a pair of Peacock Wings unfurled, fluttering as if dancing. Rings of silver patterns expanded outward from her body at the center, and on her forehead, the Peacock Golden Crown that Tang San had once seen also emerged.
