Bzzzz!
In an instant, a powerful force of the soul blanketed the void, seeping into nearly every corner of the area. The three peak Immortal Realm Dragon Race Saints had no power to resist at all.
In a single moment, they fell into an illusion, as though they had been dragged into an illusory world. Within that illusory world, they were still madly battling Ye Mengyao, immersed in the excitement of nearly obtaining the Dragon Wood Star Core.
Yet in reality, their bodies stood dumb as wooden chickens, their eyes vacant and their bodies unable to move.
"What... what exactly is going on?"
Ye Mengyao was utterly bewildered. She had no idea what had happened. Just moments ago, the three peak Immortal Realm Dragon Race Saints had surrounded her with murderous intent blazing from them.
She had already prepared to fight these Dragon Race Saints to the death, but she had never expected that, all of a sudden, the three Dragon Race Saints would freeze up as though someone had completely taken control of them.
Whoosh!
The void immediately twisted, and a figure appeared before Ye Mengyao.
"Xia Ping, why are you here?"
Ye Mengyao's pupils contracted when she saw this figure. How could she possibly fail to recognize the man who had suddenly appeared before her? Even if he turned to ashes, she would still know him.
After all, the two of them had once done something too indescribable to speak of—a night of spring dreams that had taken her first time.
That hateful man had appeared in her dreams more times than she could count, yet she had never imagined that they would meet again in this nameless sea within the Strange District.
"Just a chance encounter."
Xia Ping smiled faintly. "I didn't expect to run into you