Ji Changfu

At those words, the two women beside Ji Changfu shot forward at once. The woman on the left, dressed in a yellow top and green skirt, made straight for Zhong Kui Jingyi. The woman on the right, dressed in a red top and pink skirt, attacked Pei Ling.

Zhong Kui Jingyi didn't hesitate. She immediately took out a spear over ten feet long, its entire length a golden red and engraved with countless intricate runes. Her pale, delicate hand closed around the shaft and gave it a light shake. In an instant, the spear seemed to come alive, like a venomous python bursting from its cave, and swept horizontally.

A sharp hum rang out where the spearhead cut through the air. Flames spontaneously blazed in the void, and a huge mass of golden spearfire roared to life. Then it suddenly sprang apart, transforming into countless flaming spears that shot toward the two women and Ji Changfu.

Each flaming spear carried immense force. When they missed their targets, they instantly shaved the top off an uninhabited mountain nearby.

The two women's figures flickered unpredictably, like paper dolls drifting in the wind, shifting left and right, rising and falling. They quickly dodged every spear.

Ji Changfu stood motionless in midair. Every spear came to a complete halt before reaching him; not one could harm him. They remained suspended until the flames went out.

At that moment, the two women charged toward Zhong Kui Jingyi and Pei Ling almost simultaneously. The woman in the yellow top and green skirt had a flower-shaped mark between her brows. It suddenly moved, opening into a bizarre, yellow-brown vertical eye. Its gaze was dark and eerie. As it looked at Zhong Kui Jingyi, the woman's five fingers curled into claws and snatched at her throat!

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