Charles's manor.
The encirclement of Zi Ji by the many soul masters was still ongoing.
Even though Zi Ji's desire had surged and she had inhaled all kinds of aphrodisiac smoke, she still had not fainted.
But she was not a soul master after all. In her human form, she could not wield her full strength.
She could only remain locked in a standoff with them.
"Something's not right! Even a Titled Douluo should have passed out after breathing in so much smoke! Why is she completely unaffected?"
"Is she even a soul master? With physical strength like that, I'd believe she was a humanoid soul beast!"
"Lord Count, should we just use offensive soul skills?"
Everyone turned to Charles.
Zi Ji's resilience filled every one of them with dread.
Just as Charles was about to speak, a powerful gust suddenly swept through the air, dispersing the multicolored smoke in the courtyard.
Everyone covered their noses and mouths, staring into the courtyard in shock.
The nets they had thrown had piled up to ankle height.
Yet buried beneath them, Zi Ji had torn apart over a hundred nets—and was still tearing them apart instinctively.
Yes, instinctively. Zi Ji's consciousness had already sunk into oblivion, and only her soul beast instincts kept her resisting.
Beside Zi Ji stood a figure glowing with silver light, shielding her.
Looking at Zi Ji's flushed, dazed face, Gu Yuena's eyes flashed with guilt.
This foolish girl had reached this point and still refused to reveal her true form.
"Hehe... Elder Sister, I... I didn't disappoint you, did I...?"
Zi Ji mumbled.
Once she saw Gu Yuena had arrived, she no longer worried and collapsed toward her.
"..." Blue arcs of electricity appeared in Gu Yuena's palm, easily slicing through the rope nets.
Holding Zi Ji,