What she possessed was the elegant and detached air of scholarly works.
The pitch-black array suddenly began to spread, inch by inch, beneath Isloa's feet.
Black fog swirled in all directions.
Crimson eyes emerged from the mist, opened, and focused intently on the delicate figure.
The Jackal Man Chieftain cackled with laughter.
"While this chieftain is creating opportunities for others, what exactly are you waiting for!"
Isloa's figure shattered suddenly, like a bubble illusion.
And around her, on top of various hills, one Isloa after another walked out. All around, six, twelve, twenty-four, forty-eight Starlight Law Spheres shot out, interweaving to form a large net.
She was waiting for her skills.
From the moment the Jackal Wolf assault team stepped onto Wolf Head Mountain, she had started to weave the web of fate.
She wove for 300 seconds.
And with the help of 12 seconds of dialogue, she locked in her targets with precision. Done, and dusted.