She was enveloped in magic, a stark contrast to before. Unlike then, her skirt remained a vibrant rainbow, untouched by the darkness that had once consumed it.,Ginger clay, hundreds of demonic auras surged from all directions towards Ye Fusheng, but they only reached his side and couldn't get any closer.,Ye Fusheng didn't hear what they were saying. He raised his hand and waved it, sending a blast of energy that formed a dazzling barrier behind him, blocking the oncoming demons.。