Yang Xiaomao's Phantom Tails

Time trembled.

Space shuddered.

The ground seemed to be undergoing an unprecedented earthquake.

Countless shattered stones were repeatedly thrown into the air.

The closer the stones were to the epicenter, the fiercer the impacts they suffered.

A thunderous boom exploded from where the two had touched.

In an instant, it rang through the clouds, forming a faintly visible mushroom cloud.

This was the ultimate collision of (๑＞؂＜๑) black and white.

At first, they did not merge directly; instead, a clear boundary lay between them.

After the pause of a single breath, the nearby space-time froze into ash gray.

The Secret Realm Yao King, who had been so vicious just moments ago, had even its brandished claws and fangs solidified within the shackles of space-time.

Like a specimen eternally frozen in place.

What a shocking sight this was.

One had to know that this was a terrifying Great Yao of the Tenth Realm.

Yet now, it had been defeated by two little girls of no renown who had never cultivated before.

At the center of the battlefield.

Two little angels, beautiful beyond reason, closed their eyes at the same time. Their long lashes cast neat shadows, and as their two little hands trembled where they touched, furrows gradually formed between their brows. They seemed to be enduring indescribable pain while releasing unimaginable power.

At the same time.

Ye Qixin, who was wrestling with a formation, raised her head to look at the omnipresent phenomena in the sky.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she cursed inwardly, This is bad. If she played her two younger sisters to death, their mother would probably beat her to death alive.

She did not dare delay any longer and immediately transformed into her true form.

The power in her bloodline roared. The tiny fragments