After speaking, Yan Song turned away angrily, as if he was unwilling to face the reality that he was being manipulated, and he didn't want Zi Mo to ask any more questions.

"So you've been staying in Bein just to find out about this matter?" she asked further.

Yan Song turned around obediently and nodded. After the order was completed, he waved his sleeves and glared at Zi Mo angrily.

Sure enough, it was pretty much what she guessed.

At this point, she happened to be unlucky enough to catch up with the little King of Hell when his magic power was low, so his magical weapon was of no use. It was no different from the ordinary whip. The arrival to the Second City of Fenngling could only be done slowly.

She raised her head and looked towards the sky. Suddenly she heard a muffled sound, and the little King of Hell fell to the ground and fainted.

It would be great if the magic power was still there. This was the countless time she sighed.

In a trance, a warmth rose from the bottom of her heart, and then poured into every part of her body. The spirit moths flew out in large numbers without being summoned, like a screen hanging from the sky, and there were thousands of them gathered in an instant.

There were so many, they danced brightly, and Zimo felt the surging inside her body.

This long-lost feeling has never happened to her in Lianguang Mountain for thousands of years. With her current ability, it is absolutely impossible to summon so many spirit moths. Could it be...

She concealed her inner excitement and reached out to touch the spirit moth, it was so real.

Zi Mo closed her eyes and thought silently in her heart: "Fengcheng."


Chapter completed!