Hope for Awakening a Martial Soul

Seeing the three monsters with twisted grins on their faces, Tang San on the other side of the light screen let out a scream more terrified than death itself and struggled desperately:

"No... Get away! Don't touch me!!"

On this side of the screen, Xiao Wu looked as though she had been struck by lightning, her face pale as paper.

"No! Don't touch him! Let go of my Third Brother! Let him go!!"

Xiao Wu screamed frantically at the light screen, tears and snot smeared across her face.

She tried to grab the screen, but her hands could only clutch at empty air.

"Got some fire, huh? We brothers like 'em feisty!"

Inside the light screen, no one listened to Tang San's pleas.

The Fallen One with the fleshy face grabbed Tang San by the hair with one hand while brutally tugging at his broken leg with the other.

Amid chilling lecherous laughter, those perverted Fallen Ones forcibly dragged the desperately struggling Tang San into the pitch-black depths of the sewer.

"No... Don't..."

Only Tang San's despairing wails remained in the light screen, gradually fading into the distance.

Smack!

With a thought from Ye Yuan, violent spatial Soul Power instantly severed the connection, and the light screen in midair shattered into countless motes of light.

By the Lake of Life, there was a deathly silence.

Xiao Wu collapsed onto the ground like a puppet that had lost its soul.

She stared blankly at where the light screen had vanished, Tang San's miserable final image of being dragged away by those perverts replaying over and over in her mind.

She knew that in that hellish place, what awaited her Third Brother would be inhuman torment worse than death.

"Well, little rabbit, did you enjoy that film?"

Ye Yuan rose to his