God-Naming Platform, Outer South Yard
Biên tập viên: Larbre Studio
"Pluto Ice Thread Rain."
The Power of Pluto Ice that Mu Lingxi had struck out turned into thousands of strands. Like rain falling from the sky, they tied up the saint projection, making its body stiff and its movements slow.
Whoosh!
A slender hand held the phoenix feathers and dragged out a long trail of cold light. She swept it across and cut the projection's waist.
After accepting the invitation from the old man, Mu Lingxi immediately spread her wings and flew out of the platform to meet with Zhang Ruochen.
"See?" she said a bit proudly, lifting her snowy chin. "A mere saint projection isn't my match."
Zhang Ruochen nodded and smiled. "Indeed, not bad."
"Where's the Dark Fool?"
"He smashed the projection with one punch," Zhang Ruochen said. "He went to the God-Naming Platform long ago."
"One punch?"
Mu Lingxi was shocked.