At this thought, a shimmering light enveloped Song Youwei, and her once sallow face took on a dignified and solemn air.
She raised a hand, her Magical Power surging. A Jade Plate glowing with magnificent Buddhist light materialized, its aura astonishing. She unleashed it without hesitation.
At the same time, she formed a hand seal with her other hand. In an instant, her figure blurred and nine identical shadows appeared behind her, like a bright moon splitting into nine phantoms. One body became nine, each fleeing the mansion in a different direction.
An aura that flowed like a dense mist enveloped the entire mansion, ensuring that no hint of the commotion would escape to the outside world.
However, Song Youwei was prepared. A dazzling Exotic Treasure emerged and floated above her head. It resembled a small, exquisite pagoda and emanated a faint, hazy starlight.
As her body split into nine, the aura of the small pagoda appeared above each phantom's head.
