"Little Wu is dead?"
Ye Xishui murmured softly.
But the next second, her expression twisted.
"Little Wu—!"
Her shriek tore through the air as the blood-colored Soul Power surging around her erupted like a volcano.
She stared fixedly at Mu En in the distance.
Mu En remained calm, the golden phantom of the Bright Sacred Dragon coiling around him, neither sorrowful nor joyful.
That calmness hurt Ye Xishui more than any mockery could.
"Mu En... Mu En!" Her voice was hoarse, her nails digging deeply into her palms. "What an excellent disciple you raised!"
Of course, she knew the secret art of Ring Detonation as well.
If she could burn two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings like Long Xiaoyao and exchange them for a Demigod-level strike—
She was ninety percent certain she could severely wound Mu En, perhaps even perish together with him.
But Ye Xishui could not do it.
Long Xiaoyao's Martial Soul was the Dark Sacred Dragon. Though his physical body was not his forte, it was still strong enough to withstand the backlash of Ring Detonation.
But what about Ye Xishui?
The Blood Soul Demon Puppet was, by nature, an evil Martial Soul, forcefully strengthened through devouring souls.
Her Soul Power was mottled and unstable, while her body had long been eroded by vengeful spirits until it was riddled with damage.
Ye Xishui knew very well that if she forcibly detonated her rings—
Her body would collapse before she could unleash that strike, exploding into a sky full of blood mist.
Helplessness gnawed at her heart like venomous snakes.
She could only watch as Xia Ming darted toward the battlefield where Long Xiaoyao and the Snow Empress fought.
High in the sky, Long Xiaoyao's condition was worse than Ye Xishui had expected.
The backlash from Ring Detonation had already