When Xu Yuan's voice arose from behind Tian Liuli, she first frowned, subconsciously thinking it was just another illusion they had conjured.
But when she felt a heat wave rolling toward her delicate, snow-like neck, Tian Liuli's willow brows instantly furrowed.
"How is that possible?!"
Aside from the two of them, only Xu Yuan was still in the arena.
But she had clearly seen Xu Yuan trapped within her own azure strands, how could...
No, that scene was fake!
Tian Liuli understood.
It was her own excessive self-confidence that had led to this situation.
However, there was no need to care too much, since the only one who could pose a threat to her, Lin Qingque, was now lying down.
Tian Liuli turned to look at the Sword Web formed by her three thousand azure strands, which was now slowly breaking apart.
And the source of all this was the demonically seductive fire that blazed ferociously.