In a flash, a gray whip-shadow seemed to descend from the highest heavens.
Crack!
A cloud of smoke billowed around Xiu Niang, and then she let out a scream of utter anguish.
Her face twisted into a hideous mask, her veins bulging and blue cords standing out. Her expression was so terrifying it was beyond imagining. Yet her warm, gentle eyes remained fixed on the Yin Soul rushing wildly about, radiating fierce affection.
She was actually smiling.
In another flash, the Withered Soul Whip struck again. Xiu Niang's body was beaten to a pulp. She could no longer scream, and her gaze began to grow unfocused.
"No!"
Zhang Zhongxing cried out in anguish and, as if aided by a god, broke through the four men's encirclement.
The sight of such an abnormal scene made Zheng Xiong's heart sink to the depths. With no other choice, he quietly crushed a jade talisman and sent out a thought, signaling the Black and White Underworld Officials and the Zhang brothers to stop.
He wanted to see what was so extraordinary about this human and this demon that it could provoke such a strange turn of events.
As soon as his side stopped, Zhang Zhongxing's Yin Soul rushed to Xiu Niang. She shook her head desperately, signaling for him not to come. But Zhang Zhongxing no longer saw the Withered Soul Whip about to fall; he saw only Xiu Niang, and charged straight toward her.
Just as the Withered Soul Whip was about to land, the two flames suddenly went out, and Xiu Niang fell from the chains.
Zhang Zhongxing instinctively reached to catch her, but he was a Soul Body with no magic power. How could he possibly hold her?
"Why? Why, Xiu Niang? Why did you do this..."
Looking at Xiu Niang,