Even while confined, Bibi Dong's expression showed little change.
The golden ring of Unfixed Wind Waves shone brilliantly. Wrapped within it, Bibi Dong appeared to have nowhere to escape, while charging toward her were not only the violent lightning controlled by Zhao Xuan, but also Ma Hongjun's Phoenix True Fire and the starlight commanded by Hermione.
Hermione's pale golden hair drifted gently in the breeze. Her expression was calm and serene as her slender jade-like fingers pointed lightly at Bibi Dong. Her Divine Sense drew in the starlight, condensing it into a dazzling river of stars.
Whoosh!
Three rays of differently colored light flashed past. Just as they were about to strike Bibi Dong, a strange storm suddenly blew in, twisting all three attacks and dimming them.
Zhao Xuan frowned slightly and looked in another direction, killing intent surging in his eyes.
"God of Death!"
"I didn't expect Thunder Douluo to still remember me. Should I feel honored?"
The God of Death's figure slowly condensed as he looked at Zhao Xuan with a smile. He appeared handsome, but his face was as pale as paper.
Tang San swiftly stepped to Zhao Xuan's side, his expression solemn as he gazed toward Bibi Dong.
"There should be others, right? Come out together."
The killing intent in Zhao Xuan's eyes receded, and his tone became calm. He stared at a certain patch of empty space as he spoke slowly. This demeanor made the God of Death's heart tighten. This fellow was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.
Space trembled, followed by a hoarse voice.
"You can actually sense me?"
The void shook before shattering like a mirror. Then, an exceptionally ugly and ferocious giant insect emerged from within.
Three dim yellow eyes grew from its head. Its arms resembled those of a praying