Drool still trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He looked every bit the lecher.
He Wenjuan, who had cast the illusion technique on Li Zhan, was astonished to see him succumb to her illusion so easily.
What was going on?
Li Zhan, this Origin Land War God, was a tough customer who had spent an entire year tempering himself in the Origin Land. How had he fallen for an illusion technique so easily?
Was he such a lecher that he was naturally incapable of resisting erotic illusions?
He Wenjuan did not dwell on it. She quickly gathered her thoughts and charged at Li Zhan, who was trapped in the illusion, as fast as she could.
On the battlefield, opportunities could not be wasted.
No one knew how long Li Zhan could be held.
He Wenjuan had to seize this opportunity to get close and unleash her strongest killing move, dealing Li Zhan a devastating blow.
Whoosh!
A sharp sound cut through the air.
He Wenjuan rushed up to Li Zhan, raised her right leg, into which she had gathered almost all her qi and blood power, and kicked viciously at his crotch.
There was nothing sporting about this kick, but it was her only attack with any hope of seriously injuring Li Zhan.
To defeat Li Zhan despite being weaker, she had to abandon so-called martial honor and use the dirtiest moves to ferociously attack his crotch.
However.
Just as her lineage-ending kick was about to land on Li Zhan's crotch.
Li Zhan suddenly curled both hands into dragon claws and grabbed at her chest, chuckling through his drool:
"Pretty ladies, pretty ladies..."
"Fuck!"
He Wenjuan's expression changed drastically. She immediately withdrew her leg and leaped backward as fast as she could, putting several meters between herself and Li