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Wu Qianqian furrowed her brow and asked in a low voice, "How long can this Soul Power restrain them?"
The Shenyi Gate disciples all shook their heads instinctively. It was their first time seeing their senior brother use this move, so they couldn't say.
Wu Qianqian thought for a moment, then said, "Let's cripple their cultivation first and keep them alive. We'll decide what to do once Big Brother Yun Ting wakes up."
"Also, the Devil Race has already retreated. Let's hurry and get ourselves back into shape, in case we run into more enemies!"
"Yes!" The group nodded in agreement. They gathered the wounded disciples together and looked after them. As for those who had died in battle, they dug a grave and gave them a solemn burial.
As darkness fell, Tang Xiaoli regained consciousness. She stared blankly at the star-filled night sky overhead for a moment, then jolted upright and warily surveyed her surroundings. Only after realizing everyone around her was one of their own did she relax.
Wu Qianqian walked over and asked with a smile, "Feeling any better?"
Tang Xiaoli nodded instinctively, then asked in confusion, "What happened? Are we all still alive? Did reinforcements come?"
At once, that young face rose in her mind—he wasn't particularly handsome, yet he always had a special allure.
Wu Qianqian smiled and shook her head. "No. Big Brother Yun Ting forced the Devil Race to retreat. The rest were wiped out by that sea of flames."
Tang Xiaoli nodded and lowered her eyes, hiding the small pang of disappointment in her heart. Then she asked, somewhat puzzled, "Where's Big Brother?"
Wu Qianqian pressed her lips together and gave a rueful smile. "Speaking of that, there's something I need to ask you, Miss Xiaoli."
"What is it?" Tang Xiaoli's