Under the chilling moonlight, the Cat Woman was dancing.
Watching the faint afterimages, Wang Hao couldn't help but furrow his brows. His gaze was like a drawn sword, staring fixedly at her movements, hoping to find a flaw.
However, the Spirit Cat Dance was too ethereal and strange, like a ghost, giving off an illusory feeling.
Suddenly!
A chilly breeze swept past, and the Cat Woman's green pupils flashed with a sharp light. Her razor-sharp claws reached out for Wang Hao's neck.
With his heart pounding in shock, Wang Hao retreated rapidly, "thump, thump, thump," barely avoiding the Cat Woman's deadly strike by stepping back more than a dozen steps.
The Cat Woman pursued relentlessly like a maggot in one's shadow, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
Wang Hao performed a spinning kick in mid-air, kicking out forty-nine fierce, deadly kicks in the blink of an eye.
