Qiao Mu looked at Madam née Feng with displeasure. Just as she was about to toss out more defensive talisman matrices, Mo Lian grabbed her petite hand.
"Wait a bit." He held her hand and advised softly.
Just one or two of these spiritual energy spheres couldn't break through Qiaoqiao's defensive talisman matrix, but tossing out several of these at once using a catapult amplified their power greatly.
He did not want that woman to shatter every defensive talisman matrix Qiaoqiao set up.
Instead of letting his wifey waste her energy, might as well let him deal with this woman.
Clusters of scarlet flames danced about his fingers like fluttering spirits.
Qiao Mu looked up at him and saw these clusters of small spirit-like flames slowly meld together. Another purple flame sprouted up in the center and completely assimilated the scarlet flames.
*Swish.* That burst of flames shot toward Feng Lan at the speed of lightning.
