'It's a good thing I have some skill, or I would have been utterly humiliated.'
But now her cheeks burned with shame. She had thought she was teaching someone a lesson, but now it looked like she was the one being taught.
Sun Lian's heart sank. 'No matter what, I can't lose.'
After a brief moment of thought, Sun Lian attacked again.
This time, she wasted no time and immediately used her ultimate technique.
Drawing a Prison!
Her long whip suddenly transformed into countless specks of firelight, rising from all directions beneath the ground.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a fiery red net that surrounded Song Wanning.
Song Wanning's gaze sharpened. She looked down and saw Array Patterns suddenly materialize beneath her feet, blooming one after another like blossoming lotuses.
But she quickly sensed something was wrong. The flowers were sprouting wisps of tentacles that reached for her.
