Her body swayed, her vision shrouded by a thick layer of black, on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, the Leafy Fox leapt high, its small fangs biting into Yang Yue's hand, leaving a shallow blood mark.
The intense pain snapped Yang Yue's sluggish mind awake. She instinctively flung the Leafy Fox aside, opening her eyes the next moment: "What's happening?"
"Hypnosis."
Li Qing's lips moved, her voice cold.
Yang Yue looked straight ahead—a slender figure wrapped in tactical camouflage, a mask covering the lower half of his face, with a centipede-like scar from his left eye to his jaw.
A butterfly with a deep blue base color, like a starry sky, fluttered gently beside him, its streamlined body covered with fine scales, with two silver-white antennae ending in glowing spheres.
Yang Yue's gaze focused, she softly murmured the name of this Pet Beast: "Star-Weaving Illusion Butterfly."
Star-Weaving Illusion Butterfly, Spirit-type Pet Beast.
