Seeing the crystal grapes on her desk were already gone, a small pile of grape skins was left on a corner of the table.
Yi Zhongxian saw this and thought he was trying to escape in defeat, letting out a cold laugh, determined not to let him get away.
He raised his left palm, and four fiery pillars of flame leapt up from his palm, soaring into the air.
Finally, he successfully captured and trapped Rong Lijun's body and breath.
The four fire pillars stood on the four sides, forming a square fiery wall as they connected.
Rong Li raised an eyebrow with a smile, sighing lightly as if troubled: "Oh dear, I've been caught so quickly."
Yi Zhongxian stepped forward with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, flames blazing between his sleeves, raising his sword:
"Rong Lijun, today you will pay the price for your rude words and actions!"
The blazing fiery pillars, the four-sided formation lock, Rong Lijun's bright, upturned eyes under the thick lashes seemed to glint with light.
