"You two are behind this again! You really do haunt us like lingering ghosts!"
"But this time, I won't give you another chance. Die!!!"
The Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess glared viciously at Su Shi'er and Mu Yingluo, her piercing gaze brimming with rage. Her chest heaved violently, murderous intent mingling with her fury.
"Die? Unfortunately for you, if I want to leave, you can't stop me!"
Mu Yingluo pursed her lips, steadied her aura, and secretly circulated her true essence to protect Su Shi'er's nascent soul.
Before she finished speaking, her fingers flicked lightly, already working another spell in secret.
"Your cultivation and strength amount to little, but you certainly talk big. The Saintess alone might not be able to keep you here, but what if I join her?"
Another voice rang out, light yet chilling.
As the words faded, a vast mass of demonic qi surged up from the space below.
Feng Heyu's figure emerged within it. Her exquisite eyes burned with fury on her wickedly alluring face.
The Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess and Feng Heyu stood together, one surrounded by surging sacred qi, the other wreathed in turbulent demonic qi. These two powers, which should have been as incompatible as fire and water, now joined forces against Su Shi'er's nascent soul and Mu Yingluo.
"Some Sacred Spirit Cult Saintess you are! Judging by the cultivation method you practice, it should be an orthodox Buddhist Sect art."
"In principle, anyone practicing such an art, even without entering the Buddhist faith, already has one foot through its gates and ought to devote themselves to goodness. I never imagined you would use it to consort with demons! And to commit such inhuman atrocities, too. It seems... you're not far from becoming a demon yourself!"
Mu Yingluo kept speaking to buy time,