She had no idea where that hand had come from, nor how it had torn through her protective astral force.
All she felt was an icy chill in her chest, spreading rapidly.
Qing Nu lowered her head and stared at the wrist that had ripped open her dharma robe, dry and cracked like withered tree bark.
Following the wrist upward, she saw a hazy, towering shadow crouched behind the young man, like a heavy city wall.
Meng Zhi let out a long breath of foul air. He had thought Old Fox would be unable to act.
After all, Old Fox's true body was still in the Tiger Tomb.
What he controlled now was only a Soul Banner without its Main Soul standing guard.
Of course, through their time together, he had discovered that Old Fox could make use of the Soul Banner and the powerful Yin Spirits within it. Yet relying on such methods could never truly put one at ease.
Thus, when the green serpent sword came slashing down, Meng Zhi had indeed grown nervous.
However, when Qing Nu's alluring body froze and even her spiritual pressure vanished, he knew he had won his gamble. Even without his Main Soul body, Old Fox remained powerful—powerful to an unbelievable degree.
Yu Linglong had already brought forth her treasure. Regardless of what feelings had driven this man to come here, she could not possibly stand by and watch him die.
Yet she was still powerless. Once a Nascent Soul cultivator had their secrets exposed and all their trump cards sealed away, they basically had no chance of defeating a Venerable.
Even if she still had her Dao Body unused.
Yu Linglong had thought she could not save him, yet unexpectedly, he possessed a treasure of his own.
She could not make