Li Zhiyuan stood still, allowing the black moths to surround and cover him.
The Array of the Mind can manipulate emotions, driving people insane and lost.
A woman's face emerged, large and reflecting a special sheen. She opened her mouth and continuously breathed toward the boy's position, the black moths flying out from her mouth.
Deep in consciousness.
In the fish pond dug by the body, new feed continuously fell, causing the fish to scramble madly.
Array Masters in battle consider each move extremely precious; it can fail to meet expectations, can be countered, but you cannot afford a futile move—once made, it's akin to exposing your chest.
Suddenly, the wings of the black moths began to tremble violently, emitting a collective shrill sound.
Vast numbers of black moths descended, revealing the figure of the boy who had been wrapped within.
