Stop!
Seeing the Ghostly Enchantress sisters make their move, Fu Anchao gave a cold shout and clamped down with his index and middle fingers.
The Ghostly Enchantress sisters' combined strength could rival Fu Anchao's, but either one alone was far inferior. The sword light twisted between his fingertips like a writhing snake, desperate to escape yet utterly unable to break free.
"What are you doing? Didn't you see that he was trying to kill my sister?"
Stopped by one of their own, the elder sister's face flushed red with rage as she shrieked.
"Wake up. He's saving her!" Fu Anchao blocked her sword strike and withdrew his hand.
"Saving her..."
The elder sister looked toward Nie Yun.
"If I wanted to kill someone, the two of you together wouldn't last three moves against me!" Nie Yun turned his head, his gaze flashing like lightning. "If you don't want me to save her, I can refrain from acting!"
After saying this, he stepped back several paces and no longer looked at the younger sister lying on the ground.
The younger sister's pale face was now twisted with agony, her skin twitching without pause. Two sharp fangs had grown from her lips, making her look hideous and terrifying.
If she was not treated soon, her body would likely be completely seized by the yin soul, turning her into a monster neither human nor ghost.
"Lord Mi Xiang, I was rash. Please save my sister!" Seeing this, the elder sister finally understood. Clenching her teeth, she stepped forward.
"Hmph!"
Nie Yun could not be bothered to waste words on her. Elsewhere, whether she lived or died would have nothing to do with him, and he would not care whether to save her. But this place was too strange; one more person meant one