Whoosh!
A red streak of light flashed through the clouds, and Ye Zhen's figure abruptly vanished on the spot.
The nine Water and Fire Spirit Flowers bearing down on Ye Zhen suddenly lost their target, but they did not collide with one another like headless flies.
With a slight flick of Huaa Wushuang's fingers, the direction of the nine Spirit Flowers subtly shifted as if tethered by an invisible string, narrowly missing each other.
Five of them hovered in the air, searching for Ye Zhen to attack, while the remaining four swiftly retracted like lightning and revolved around Huaa Wushuang like a shield, ensuring his safety.
Ye Zhen's Silver Line Flash was too unpredictable, and Huaa Wushuang, having witnessed it before, could not afford to be careless.