No. I can't lose. Meng Yiran gritted her teeth and held on. As Tang San's Soul Power steadily closed in, she simply could not bear to give up. If she lost, the thousand-year Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent would belong to them.
From childhood to adulthood, Meng Yiran had grown up spoiled by the Dragon Duke and Snake Woman. There had never been anything she wanted that she could not obtain. She was even more determined to claim the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent. Though she was gradually falling into a disadvantage, she refused to yield, continuously squeezing out her own potential.
Meng Yiran's persistence secretly surprised Tang San as well. His Mysterious Heaven Skill recovered much faster than this world's Soul Power. After so long, he had already gained the upper hand, yet Meng Yiran continued to hold on so stubbornly.
A contest of Soul Power was like a contest of internal energy. Tang San knew the consequences well. If one side's Soul Power was exhausted, that side would suffer enormous, irreversible damage. At the very least, they would be severely injured, with more than half the meridians throughout their body shattered. If things went badly, they could even lose their life. He and Meng Yiran had no deep enmity between them. From certain perspectives, he even sympathized with her somewhat and did not wish to injure his opponent. But at this point, it was no longer a matter of whether he wanted to spare her.
Snake Woman Chao Tianxiang sighed and said to Zhao Wuji, "Enough. We admit defeat. How about we act together?"
With Zhao Wuji watching her like a tiger from the side, Chao Tianxiang naturally did not dare act rashly. To save her granddaughter, this was her only choice. Soul Rings were valuable, but her granddaughter's life was even