Meng Po's eyes narrowed instinctively at the heavy sense of crisis she felt.
She instinctively moved to the left, resembling a ghostly figure, and immediately vanished from the spot.
However, Yang Fei immediately followed closely, embracing her in his pursuit.
Meng Po's eyelids twitched violently as she made two quick, consecutive shuffles to continue evading.
Yet, Yang Fei, as if driven by an irrational fervor, threw himself at her once more, heedless of the consequences.
Behind Meng Po was a cage, leaving her no room to retreat.
She gritted her teeth, and with a buzzing sound, her left hand's fingernails suddenly sprang out,
Each of her fingernails, now about three inches long, gleamed with a metallic luster.
In the blink of an eye, Meng Po's five nails, sharp as daggers, directly stabbed towards Yang Fei's chest.
Yang Fei sidestepped slightly, yet astonishingly neither dodged nor avoided, and instead collided head-on.