Their situation was dire. Pei Ling couldn't help at all, and on several occasions, Senior Sister Ouyang had a chance to escape alone, only to be forced back because she was burdened with him.
If this went on, neither of them would get away!
Pei Ling's face turned livid. Suddenly, he said, "Senior Sister Ouyang, you should go on without me!"
He was ready to use the talisman Zheng Jingshan had given him.
For someone from a demonic sect like Chongming Sect, Ouyang Xianxing had already gone above and beyond by fighting this hard for him.
If this went on, Ouyang Xianxing would be driven into a corner too, and would have no choice but to abandon him—or even use him as bait. Then neither of them would be able to face the other.
But contrary to what Pei Ling expected, Ouyang Xianxing didn't take the opportunity to agree. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him to her side.
"I, Ouyang Xianxing, have always kept my word!" Ouyang Xianxing replied coldly. "I promised the Pulse Master I'd protect you while you obtained the Cold Marrow Fire. As long as I'm alive, that promise will not be broken."
Pfft!
The vines were endless. The instant Ouyang Xianxing let her guard down, one shot toward her neck. She dodged the fatal blow at the very last moment, but a bloody gash was left across her right shoulder.
Ouyang Xianxing paid no attention to her wound. With one hand, she held on to Pei Ling; with the other, she seized the many chains wrapped around the Black Coffin on her back and swung it with all her might!
The coffin roared through the air, slamming away every vine surging toward them from all sides before crashing heavily to the ground.
Then Ouyang