The demonic Dao split soul grew somewhat impatient. This round of attacks had achieved nothing at all, while Su Yuwen, perhaps because she had already been injured and had just cast a spell, had expended too much energy and could only watch from the side.
Although Yan Chihuo had blocked this fierce assault, the speed at which his spiritual power was draining was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Seeing that Su Yuwen was not making a move, he could not help but feel anxious. Then Su Yuwen's voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Fellow Daoist Yan, can you lock her down for an instant? I have a method that can kill her, but it must strike without fail. If she dodges it, there will be no second chance."
Yan Chihuo sent back, "How certain are you that you can kill her?"
Su Yuwen said, "Eighty percent."
Yan Chihuo said, "All right, prepare yourself. I'll make my move now!" At that moment, Yan Chihuo felt dizzy and lightheaded. This was the result of his excessive spiritual power consumption. He knew that he was nearly unable to hold on any longer.
With a long howl, he sent out four God-Falling Steles, knocking aside every attack from the demonic Dao split soul. At the same time, his body shifted, transforming into an ancient vine. Its tendrils shot out and, in a flash, bound the demonic Dao split soul.
Su Yuwen hesitated when she saw this. She feared that this strike would kill Yan Chihuo along with the enemy. The demonic Dao split soul gave a cold snort, and black qi surged from her body. The vines immediately began to creak and squeal.
Yan Chihuo was frantic. Enduring the searing pain, he shouted, "Do it now! I can't hold her for long!"
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