Thanks to the sword embryo, Ai Hui had long become accustomed to having control over the surrounding movements. His six senses were sharper and better than most master elementalists’. Even the high-altitude, noiseless blood bats could not escape him.
But the voice behind him was like a ghost appearing from nowhere.
He detected nothing until he heard it.
He was shocked, but his real-life combat experience benefited him at such a time. Before his brain had time to process the situation, he had already launched his Dragonspine Inferno behind him out of instinct.
But it was empty. The Dragonspine Inferno caught nothing.
“So it’s you, One Thousand Yuan boy.” A lady’s sweet, sticky voice sounded from before him.
Ai Hui raised his head. He knew not when, but a woman dressed in red smiled at him while standing on the branch that had entrapped the elementalist. She sat down easily, her red dress like a waterfall.
“It’s you!”
