Just as Bai Yaoyao thought she was about to meet the person behind it all, fierce winds suddenly rose around her.
Within mere seconds, almost all the flowers and plants around her had been stripped of their leaves, replaced by torrential rain and a dense barrage of hail.
Bai Yaoyao's clothes were soaked through in an instant. That hardly mattered, but the hailstones were not only sharp-they seemed to have been given twice their normal weight.
If she let them strike her without defending herself, each one left a bloody mark.
Bai Yaoyao frowned. Even Teleportation was useless now. Not a single spot within her range offered even a little shelter.
Bai Yaoyao did not know whether the person inside could see her. Until she was certain she could break in or kill him, she was reluctant to enter her space.
After all... a trump card was only a trump card if no one knew about it.
The current situation was not entirely hopeless. She would hold out a little longer and see. Bai Yaoyao took an enormous table out of her space and laid an extra-thick steel plate on top of it.
Abandoning all concern for appearances, she crouched underneath. This was much more comfortable than fending off attacks from those flowers and plants earlier.
Just as she was wondering whether to take something out to sit on and rest for a while, the scenery before her changed again.
The green grass on the ground gradually withered, slowly giving way to sand. Bai Yaoyao looked up at her surroundings.
She seemed to be in a desert. There was no sun overhead, but the temperature had shot up to at least fifty degrees Celsius in an instant and was still climbing.
By now, Bai Yaoyao felt reassured. Though the illusions