"So fond of playing with whips? Then I'll join you and play!" Mu Qingge's sharp voice fell, and the Illusion Cloud Whip in her hand emitted a clear, crisp sound like silver bells, aiming at Lan Feiyue on the ground.
The whip shadow rushing forward suddenly enlarged in Lan Feiyue's eyes.
She screamed in terror, "No!" covering her cheeks desperately with her hands and rolling away in panic. However, the Illusion Cloud Whip in Mu Qingge's hand moved faster.
Even though she dodged in time, the whip still viciously struck her back.
"Ah——!" A heart-wrenching scream escaped from Lan Feiyue's lips. Her blue dress was already stained with dust, and her back was whipped by the Illusion Cloud Whip, tearing her clothes apart, revealing blood and flesh with a hint of white bone.
