At the moment.
With hands forming seals, the Three Pure Daoist Skill was deployed, aided by majestic Soul Power, laying down a small Illusion Array.
In an instant, the entire room was enveloped in thick white mist.
Even if the two parties were close at hand, they couldn't see each other's figures.
Moreover, everyone seemed to be in isolated spaces; even if someone next door screamed their lungs out, they couldn't hear their companions' cries.
"Ah! Where is this? How did I get here?"
"Hey! Xiao Xue, where are you all?"
"Sis, Sister Ruobai, Zhou Yating, Ling'er, where are you?"
"Ah! A ghost!"
"Brother Xiaohao, where are you?"
Cheng Tianxue and the four women panicked instantly, shouting and yelling vigorously.
"Hehe! Little ones, do you think you can deal with me like this? You're still a bit inexperienced, now it's my turn to counterattack." Zhang Xiaohao thought smugly.
Looking at the five women caught in the Illusion Array, his lips curled with a playful smile.
