A pained, miserable wail suddenly rang out.
A mass of consciousness exploded from Number Two's back, yet it was not a remnant of Number Two's consciousness. It belonged to...
"Situ Yongen?"
Hearing that scream and sensing the familiar fluctuations from the consciousness mass whipped out by the Taming God Whip, Xu Xiaoshou froze.
"Spare me! Spare me!"
After just one lash, Situ Yongen's consciousness mass seemed utterly ruined.
Once he had lost Number Two's protection, he could not hold out for even a breath. In an instant, he was assimilated by the power of the Red Dust Sword. As though he had forgotten the pain covering his body, his cloud of twitching, churning consciousness condensed and bowed from afar.
"G-greetings, Mr. Siren..."
Smack! The Taming God Whip did not pause, striking down once more.
Amid fluttering red plum blossoms, over half the ancient characters shattered again.
There were barely any characters left on Number Two's back, as though the flesh and blood of a human body had been whipped hollow.
"Arghhh—"
Another scream rang out.
This time, more than a warped, twitching mass of consciousness was pulled free.
There was also an illusory eyeball, as though it did not belong to this Falling Petals Realm.
"This is..."
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils contracted. He recognized it as the consciousness mass Jiang Buyi had just had swallowed into Number Two's body.
He had been whipped out as well? Would every disobedient consciousness be whipped out by the Taming God Whip?
And that eyeball...
Xu Xiaoshou could neither see nor touch it, yet he could easily "perceive" the dense aura of calamity emanating from it.
Three-Calamity Eyes?
Recalling Lei Xier's previous speculation, Xu Xiaoshou dearly wished to pull her out and ask.
But he did not dare.
Even he found the sight of Mr.