"Hm?" Among the demons, Gu Gui let out a surprised cry and looked toward Lu Xiaotian. Though they had treasures with them, they had also made preparations after venturing into the Fallen Demon Pool several times. Even so, the Soul-Shaking Demonic Sound had not been easy to endure. They had assumed that Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng would be having a particularly hard time, but they had never expected such a strange sight to appear. This Soul-Shaking Demonic Sound was formless and intangible.
Ordinary methods of fighting simply could not defend against the demonic sound. Yet when the tangible sound waves struck the circle of protection formed by the Buddhist techniques wielded by the silver-haired young man, they did not pass straight through as before. Instead, they bounced back like waves crashing against a reef.
"Wake up!" Just as Xiang Qingcheng was sinking helplessly beneath the assault of the Soul-Shaking Demonic Sound, she suddenly heard a familiar voice ring in her mind like a bell. She felt like a drowning person, alone and helpless. That familiar voice was like a lifeline. Xiang Qingcheng shuddered, and the confusion in her eyes gradually cleared.
Xiang Qingcheng glanced at Lu Xiaotian with reddened eyes. The steely resolve she had shown earlier was gone, replaced by a complicated look.
"Thank you," Xiang Qingcheng said softly.
Hearing those two words from Xiang Qingcheng, Lu Xiaotian was rather surprised. Even when he had helped her obtain the Clearheart Sword, she had never shown the slightest intention of thanking him.
"Your condition is off. Take the time to steady yourself. This demonic sound is nowhere near its peak, and later I'll only be able to block part of it for you. You'll have to rely on yourself for most of the rest," Lu Xiaotian reminded her. If