The red silk, like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly raised up and rushed forward!
Ning Xiaoxian had fought several rounds with her before, and had an understanding of her divine skills. Now, without Jin Wuhuan interfering from the side, she had long set life and death aside, with her mind exceptionally clear. It was not until the red silk had almost reached her, nearly entwining her, that she calmly struck with her Tusk, accurately hitting the "vital point" of the red silk! Though it appeared soft, once it wrapped around an enemy, the owner could just conjure a thought to shatter them into a bloody mess. But against Ning Xiaoxian, it never had that chance.
