Grasping the Blue Silver Grass, swaying atop the high building, Bai Hu panted slightly, her gaze fixed intently on the cage already pierced numerous times by the Blue Silver Impalement Array.
A pale hand reached out from the cage, just holding the cage covered with thorns and flames, giving it a gentle tug.
The entire cage, along with the spear inside, turned to ashes in an instant.
The purple Magical Girl who walked out from the flames and ashes looked up at her.
"A total mess."
Having said that, she took a step forward.
However, in Bai Hu's eyes, she vanished instantly.
By the time she reacted and turned back.
The small hand that had obliterated the Blue Silver Cage in an instant was already pressed against her face.
Although the magic power was as scorching as fiery lava, the skin was frighteningly cold.
Perhaps it had warmth, perhaps the palm was tender too.
But, in Bai Hu's perception.
There was only unmelting cold, like an iron pillar in winter.
