"Anan!"
Ying Jiuyao lunged toward Su An'an, but the moment his tiger claws touched the Golden Light on her abdomen, he was violently thrown back by an invisible force.
"What is this thing?!"
The Fox Fire that shot from Fei Zhao's palm instantly extinguished before the Golden Light, and his nine tails went as rigid as iron.
"WAAAH!"
A clear, high-pitched cry suddenly echoed through the cabin.
Two palm-sized phantoms, fluttering tiny, translucent wings, flew out from Su An'an's abdomen, surrounded by a fine, golden dust of light.
The cub on the left unfurled swan-like Wings and sang out holy syllables. The black Curse Pattern was like an animal that had met its natural predator, turning tail to flee.
The cub on the right vibrated its butterfly-like wings, showering Phosphorus Powder onto the black patterns.
The black patterns let out a wretched scream, like that of a dying beast, before instantly turning into a wisp of green smoke and vanishing into the air.
