"Huanhuan!"
"Don't go!"
Seeing Ying Huanhuan rush toward Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Xuanzi could no longer sit still.
Ying Xiaoxiao had already fallen into Lu Yunxiao's hands. He could not stand by and watch Ying Huanhuan suffer the same fate.
He immediately reached out to grab Ying Huanhuan.
However, just as he moved, Lu Yunxiao cast him a glance.
At once, Ying Xuanzi felt as though the entire sky were pressing down on him, rendering him utterly unable to move.
An aura that was supreme, exalted, noble, and majestic confined him in an instant.
In that moment, Ying Xuanzi's heart shook violently. The hairs on his back stood on end, and cold sweat streamed down him.
Elder Taixuan beside him was no different. Every hair on his body stood erect as a terrifying pressure descended upon him, like the might of heaven.
These two Samsara Stage experts were forcibly pinned in place, unable to move.
Yet Ying Huanhuan encountered no obstruction at all. She rushed straight to Ying Xiaoxiao's side and hugged her leg.
"Big Sister!"
Ying Huanhuan looked up at Ying Xiaoxiao, her eyes filled with concern and worry.
"Huanhuan, you shouldn't have come."
Ying Xiaoxiao was equally anxious. Ying Huanhuan coming here was no different from delivering herself into the tiger's jaws.
She was practically delivering another hostage to him.
"Big Sister."
Ying Huanhuan called out, tugging hard, only to find it completely useless.
She could not help turning her gaze behind Ying Xiaoxiao, where she saw a face she had only encountered once, yet remembered deeply.
"It's you?"
Ying Huanhuan cried out in surprise. Wasn't this the very person she had seen at the trading market in Blood Rock Land?
Back then, he had even clashed with the Yuan Sect.
His handsome face and extraordinary bearing had left