The ice crystal met the tri-colored filament with an ear-piercing hiss.

The ice melted away before their eyes; Leng Ningxue's face drained of color—she was clearly suffering a violent backlash.

At that critical instant, a resolute emerald blaze erupted in Lvdou's eyes.

Instead of dodging, she spread her arms as if to embrace the lethal strike.

‘Prairie, return to source!'

An ancient grass-leaf sigil on her chest flared blindingly.

It wasn't a defense—it was a lure!