Wanwan let out a low cry, her brows lightly furrowed as she hastily dodged, only to feel an odd Inner Qi invading her arm, as if struck by lightning, temporarily causing a numb sensation.
She quickly raised two whips of red gauze, winding and extracting like iron whips, her aura becoming even more seductive and eerie.
A terribly fearsome Heavenly Demon Aura was built in an instant, combined with the red silk to form a dense and formidable offensive, pressing down on Jiang Dali like a thousand counter-waves.
At that moment, Jiang Dali felt a sudden surge of reluctance and infatuation within his thoughts and spirit, slowing his response by half a beat.
The next instant, his body tensed up fiercely, a suffocating pain and compressing sensation came over him, as he was abruptly ensnared and bound tightly by the Heavenly Demon Aura and red silk, unable to move as if he were a wrapped rice dumpling.
