"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, Luo Zheng had already broken through several layers of flames and reached Han Liusu.
One hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers clamping around Han Liusu's head.
Nine Five Two Seven, I'm counting on you! Luo Zheng thought.
Han Liusu and Han Chuyue were now both puppets of Han Qingdi himself—or rather, existences caught somewhere between humans and puppets.
Their souls were still intact, but their Memory Fires had vanished...
What had replaced them were countless fragments of Memory Fire. Amid those jumbled memories, there was nothing but knowledge of various cultivation methods and insights. They had lost their original, unique personalities, and in that sense, they were puppets.
There was only one way to restore them: pour their own Memory Fires back into their souls.
But before that, the disordered memories in their souls had to be erased, and they had to escape Han Qingdi's control.
Luo Zheng could not accomplish this himself, so he could only leave it to Nine Five Two Seven!
The instant Luo Zheng seized Han Liusu's head, Nine Five Two Seven burrowed into her mind.
Han Liusu's soul had curled into a ball and floated quietly within.
Behind her soul, however, a pale-yellow insect lay prostrate against her back. Its head and face were identical to Han Qingdi's.
"What is this?"
Han Qingdi stared at the little green ball of light that was Nine Five Two Seven, his face filled with puzzlement.
But whatever it was, its invasion of Han Liusu's mind could only work against him. Pale-yellow light spread across the insect's surface, and it immediately launched a Soul Attack at Nine Five Two Seven!
"Drop dead!"
The pale-yellow light transformed into countless Soul Spikes that swept toward the green ball of light.