Wind Blades formed from spiritual power slashed across the vines. Seeing Dongfang Minghui's anxious expression, Night Wolf felt a surge of satisfaction, but that subtle pleasure soon vanished.
The little hut woven from threads and vines stood firm. Not even a single thread or broken root had been severed by his Wind Blades.
Refusing to believe it, Night Wolf hurled several more Wind Blades toward the place where Qian Wanyu was cultivating in seclusion.
Little did he know that Dongfang Minghui saw his probing as blatant provocation. She snapped, "Are you ever going to stop?"
She released all her spiritual power. Green leaves and petals floated around her, making her look like a beautiful painting that delighted the eye. Yet the more beautiful a thing was, the more sinister it often proved.
Night Wolf warily retreated half a step. A round, plump ball suddenly appeared beside him.
"Roar!"
Seeing that thing, Little White Ball bared its sharp teeth and roared at it several times.
"Go!"
The petals and leaves around her seemed to possess minds of their own, swarming toward Night Wolf and the large ball beside him. The dense cloud of petals and leaves gradually thinned, soon revealing the man and beast.
"Hm?"
Dongfang Minghui was startled to find her opponent completely unharmed. Instead, the ball beside him had grown considerably larger. "What is that thing?"
Night Wolf launched a wind-element storm sphere at her. Wind Blades lined its edges, as though he had compressed five blades into a single sphere. She dodged left and right, blocking one after another with her silk umbrella.
But as long as the storm spheres remained intact, their Wind Blades kept appearing around her endlessly, impossible to guard against. They were truly infuriating. "Little Lecher!"
The storms were nearly hemming her in. Dongfang