Ghost Mother Wuji's pretty face changed slightly as she cried out, "Not good—Sister Han Yan is about to lose her hold. The fluctuations of her inner demon are beginning to spread. If that demonic energy is allowed to drown the entire black cocoon, she'll be doomed beyond redemption."
"Do you have a way?" Lin Fan asked in a low voice.
Ghost Mother Wuji pursed her red lips and said, "Master, this is the tribulation of a Ghost Saint. Once another cultivator of the ghost path interferes, the power of the inner demon illusion will multiply. Not only will Sister Han Yan suffer, even I will be caught in the terrible backlash."
She wanted to help Han Yan as well, but at this moment, she was powerless.
"I'll give it a try," Lin Fan suddenly said.
"Master, you mustn't—"
Ghost Mother Wuji had just tried to stop him, but Lin Fan moved swiftly. Facing the demonic energy of the inner demon, he had already entered the black cocoon.
Within the inner demon tribulation.
Staring at the eerie, shrieking divine statue that resembled some demon, Han Yan's delicate body tensed, and her pretty face turned deathly pale.
"Han Yan, you will never escape my control."
"Offer up your body and soul."
The blood-colored statue's face was twisted with savagery, its eyeballs seeming ready to bulge from their sockets. Its strange power transformed into terrifying black divine chains that wrapped around Han Yan's delicate body, locking her down again and again.
No matter how she struggled, it was useless.
This was the scene Han Yan feared most in her heart, now being magnified without end.
The blood-colored statue approached step by step and soon arrived before Han Yan, its eerie palm slowly reaching for her.
"No!"
Han Yan let out a piercing cry.