Miao Shasha's throwing knives reached their maximum speed.
Then she thrust both hands forward, and the four throwing knives shot toward Mo Yurou from different directions like six sharp arrows.
Each of the four knives followed a different trajectory, but together they sealed off almost every route Mo Yurou could take to dodge.
Yet Mo Yurou stood motionless, as though she had been frightened senseless.
"Oh no... why isn't Yurou moving yet?" Ouyang Xuanxuan grabbed Jiang Ruoyi's hand anxiously, her eyes full of worry.
"Hm?" Li Yichen's expression tightened, and netherworld power instantly flooded his entire body. No matter what, he could not let anything happen to Mo Yurou.
Meanwhile, Elder Mo had already clenched the Void-Escape Talisman tightly in his hand. He watched Mo Yurou intently, ready to activate it at any moment.
Yet Mo Yurou still did not move.
The four throwing knives crossed the hundred-meter distance and reached her in the blink of an eye.
"What is that silly girl doing, just waiting to be hit?" Elder Mo was on the verge of activating the talisman.
Suddenly, Mo Yurou grinned.
Her smile left everyone dumbfounded. Has this girl lost her mind? Why isn't she running? Is she waiting to die?
Just then, Mo Yurou suddenly raised both palms in front of her.
"What is she trying to do? Block the throwing knives with her hands?"
"Is she kidding? Never mind flesh and blood—even hands made of iron would be sliced clean through."
While everyone was still speculating wildly, Mo Yurou's gaze suddenly sharpened. She curled her fingers into claws and shouted, "Spatial Storm!"
Everyone suddenly felt the space in front of Mo Yurou distort. Then it shattered into fragments like a broken mirror.
Miao Shasha's heart lurched. A bad feeling rose from deep within her, but she