A Li ran circles around Xu Yi, nimbly dodging every Green Vine Qiu Wa conjured.
Qiu Wa chased her until she was drenched in sweat, but couldn't catch her. Suddenly, she leaped onto Xu Yi and started acting spoiled.
Xu Yi knew just how to handle her. He took out a colorful sugar figurine, and soon Qiu Wa's attention had shifted completely from A Li to the candy.
Jing Chun, Old Wang, Su the Great Leader, and the others watched the three of them frolic, their hearts filling with a strange, indescribable feeling.
How could a peerless devil reveal such a side of himself?
They simply couldn't connect Xu Yi's warm, gentle face with the other one—the face that always wore a faint smile, yet could unleash boundless terror.
Xu Yi paid no mind to what Jing Chun and the others thought. Lying on the grassy slope, he gradually sank back into the world he had conjured in his mind.
In the void, Xu Yi swept his hand, and countless patterns spread through the air like a rain of silken threads.
With a shift of thought, the rain of threads turned into a dozen or so thick black lines. In the next instant, they formed a great net, within which two jagged, concave points appeared.
Xu Yi kept sweeping his hand, and the net continued to expand, stretching into the endless void. Countless jagged, concave points appeared within it.
Xu Yi swept his hand once more, and the entire net vanished.
His mind was utterly calm.
By now, he had fully grasped both the structure of a domain and the rules derived from its Domain Source.
The crucial step was the transformation of the rain of silken threads into a dozen or so thick black lines.
Using profound mathematical principles,