Shi Hao stood in the midst of the arena, auspicious vapors rising around him, enshrouding him in a way that no magic could touch him.
Surrounding him, multiple layers of Divine Spirit Formations were awakening, churning violently; every inch of space bore symbols of deities, sealing off the area.
The witch's expression tensed, instinctively retreating as she surveyed her surroundings, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed with a sense of foreboding. In a gentle voice, she asked, "Little Stone, what are you planning to do?"
"I am worried that Fairy Yue Chan might escape. To be safe, I am sealing this place," Shi Hao said straightforwardly.
Yue Chan, robed in white and appearing otherworldly, smiled lightly at his words, the corners of her mouth lifting in a way that made her seem not like a captive, but rather quite at ease with the situation.