It was a pretty young girl with delicate, handsome features, brows and eyes like a painting, yet she stood only one foot tall.
Her smile was charming and lovely, but the corners of her brows and eyes carried a faintly mocking curve.
"Xiao Tao, why are you here?"
Yue'er's face was full of astonishment. Just then, she was at a loss for what to do, and Xiao Tao's appearance was undoubtedly an unexpected delight.
"Miss, don't worry. Right now, you've only fallen into the other party's illusion."
Xiao Tao sighed. When facing Yue'er, she was incomparably gentle.
"What illusion? Didn't I get separated from Young Master when I ascended to the Spirit World?"
Yue'er listened as if lost in clouds and mist, completely unable to understand what Xiao Tao was talking about. This was the terrifying part of the Phantom Moon Moth's Supernatural Power: the illusory space it constructed had already reached the point where falsehood could pass for truth.
Once someone fell into it, they could only be manipulated at will, their fate little different from an insect that had fallen into a spiderweb.
Defeating the strong with the weak was nothing at all to the Phantom Moon Moth, to say nothing of the fact that its realm was originally a notch higher than Yue'er's. It occupied the right time and place, and had launched a sneak attack under circumstances where she had been caught utterly unprepared. Though Yue'er was the reincarnation of the Asura King, she could only call out in vain to no avail; from the start, it had been destined that she would have great difficulty finding any chance to turn the tables.
This battle of spells could be said to have not the slightest suspense. The Phantom Moon Moth had not thought of killing Yue'er