'Trying to control me like this?' Feng Moxi sneered.
THUMP! In the distance, Qiao Congyan was suddenly sent flying.
With just a thought from Feng Moxi, Qiao Congyan's head exploded.
He was thrown back, as dead as one could be.
"What an eyesore. You should know, people who talk too much don't live long."
"Hmph!"
Wan Wanxin didn't even glance at the dead man. She just snorted coldly, brought her fingers together, and shot out a ray of dark purple light.
The walls gathering around her grew even more solid.
With a flourish of her hands, Feng Moxi unleashed a burst of Golden Spiritual Power.
She tried to stop her, but the black walls surrounding her began to change.
The walls began to spin rapidly.
From all directions, narrow black walls continuously pressed in on her.
Even though her movements were as swift as the wind, she couldn't escape the confinement of the black room and its countless walls.
In no time, she was trapped in what seemed like an inescapable black maze.
