The moment Ming Xing approached, the flower branches bared their fangs and claws, refusing to let her near.
But Ming Xing did not care about any of that. In an instant, she unleashed the Branch-Breaking Hand and snapped the branches one after another.
Yet the farther inward she went, the more desperately the flower branches lunged at her, layer upon layer, as if forming a cocoon that wrapped Duan Yun and Ming Yue inside.
Ming Xing's perfectly suited Branch-Breaking Hand was suddenly unable to keep up with the breaking.
"Wait a moment," Duan Yun suddenly said again.
Ming Xing stopped nervously.
"Something inside your sister's body needs to be drawn out."
Duan Yun's voice drifted out.
"Drawn out?" Ming Xing asked, utterly bewildered.
"Yes. You'll need to receive it too."
"I need to receive it too? How am I supposed to receive it?" Ming Xing was even more bewildered.
"Just wait."
After saying that, silence fell within once more. Through the tiny gaps between the flower branches, Ming Xing could only make out their figures.
From here, it looked as though the two of them had died again.
Ming Yue and Duan Yun were very quiet amid the flower branches, like the calm after a climax, forming a stark contrast with the earth-shaking chaos of their battle just moments ago.
That was because both of them had found themselves again amid their lost madness.
Just then, both of them could be said to have lost control.
Duan Yun's ears had been filled with bizarre voices. Those voices seemed capable of stealing souls, as though countless faces surrounded him, trying to drag him into another unknown space.
No, this time was the worst yet. He felt as if half his body had already entered another space, one filled with ominous red