Seven Star Island Speculation

Madam Black Python's demonic aura surged around her as she unleashed her divine abilities and clashed head-on with the two Fierce Ghosts before her. This formation was indeed somewhat troublesome, but to think it could trap her was far too much of a fantasy. After her initial fright faded, she was now fighting with more and more courage.

Though her charm divine ability was useless, Madam Black Python still gradually gained the upper hand.

She stretched out her hand and pointed at the Poison Fang Needle magic treasure before her. The object trembled, then instantly transformed into several specks of cold light that stabbed viciously toward the enemy.

Needle-type magic treasures might look small, but their power was absolutely not to be underestimated.

The Fierce Ghost before her had already been trapped by another secret art of hers, so this strike should land. A confident smile curved at the corner of Madam Black Python's lips, yet it was soon replaced by shock.

Before the Poison Fang Needle magic treasure could even fly over, the two Fierce Ghosts suddenly disintegrated without the slightest warning.

Like ice and snow melting away, the Fierce Ghosts' bodies, over ten zhang tall, became like weathered grains of sand and, almost in an instant, dissolved into the air with the wind.

Madam Black Python's face was full of shock and suspicion. Could it be that the other side was about to use some strange secret art again? A solemn look flashed through her eyes, and she did not dare attack rashly.

But very soon, the woman let out a breath of relief, because not only had the Fierce Ghosts vanished, but the surrounding illusion had also faded away. Looking into the distance as far as the eye could see, the vast green mountains had once again