"Cough, cough, cough, cough!!"
Di Nüfeng coughed violently.
Gritting her teeth, she cursed, "That old turtle really... really has some skill."
"Where the hell has he trapped me? What did he do to me? Why can't I use any of my magical power?
"Let me out, or one day I'll slaughter your Blackwater City."
Di Nüfeng's mouth was far from clean.
Yet no matter how she cursed, everything around her remained pitch-black.
Di Nüfeng closed her eyes and sensed herself for a moment, only to feel as though she had become an ordinary person!?
And every one of her magical treasures seemed to have lost its connection to her.
Only one remained...
Di Nüfeng took a deep breath, closed her eyes to steady herself, and sat cross-legged, trying to draw upon the last wisp of spiritual power.
That thread of spiritual power was as weak as a candle flame in the wind, yet to her, trapped in this desperate situation, it was a lifeline of utmost importance.
Second by second, fine beads of sweat gradually seeped across Di Nüfeng's forehead. Still, she clenched her teeth and persisted, not daring to relax in the slightest.
After a long while, the hairpin atop Di Nüfeng's head stirred gently.
It worked!!
Di Nüfeng was overjoyed.
The hairpin swept lightly through the air, ripping an incredibly deep fissure through space.
It tore directly into another space.
"You think you can trap me? Not a chance!!"
Di Nüfeng's body trembled slightly. She was almost unable to hold on.
Just a little more, just a little more... open.
The crack widened and widened, light shining through it.
Di Nüfeng suddenly froze.
"..."
At this very moment, Li Xuanxiao, who was swiftly making his way through the desert, had completed his final act of giving away wealth