"Turn to kill me?"
Blade light and star river swept across, and Prince's figure was like a phantom-like existence, ethereal and hazy, letting the slash completely engulf him without the slightest attempt to evade.
Under the surging tide of blade light, the faint illusion immediately dissipated without a trace.
But in the blink of an eye, at another location within the great formation, a wisp of black mist arose and once again congealed the figure of Prince.
"Twelfth brother, the Heart Demon is omnipresent; choosing to confront me is hardly a wise decision."
Prince wore a black robe fluttering about, squinting his eyes as he watched Lin Yue, his voice echoing through the divine soul like a burgeoning Heart Demon: "It seems, Seventh Sister's divine power is about to be exhausted?"
Originally pressing Twelfth Prince in pursuit but suddenly turning to push him back obviously meant Seventh Princess was in danger.
