"Husband~"
Youmeng's voice was like an oriole emerging from a valley, clear and sweet, yet as soft and gentle as a spring breeze brushing against the face.
That single call seemed to hold endless tenderness and affection, enough to set anyone's heart adrift.
At her call, Long Ji's heart stirred slightly, but he acted as though nothing had happened and slowly withdrew the palm pressed over Youmeng's heart.
Then he walked casually to one side and said, without a change in expression or a flutter of his heart:
"The Ox Demon, Wang Di, and the others have been fighting for over half an hour. The outcome should be decided soon!"
His voice was calm and steady, as though he already understood every detail of the fierce battle.
Hearing this, Youmeng stepped lightly to Long Ji's side, like a dancing butterfly.
She reached out her slender, jade-like hand and gently took his, and together they turned their gazes toward the distant battlefield.
There, the Ox Demon and Wang Di's group were locked in a bitter, evenly matched struggle.
The Ox Demon was already badly wounded. A massive blade wound marred his head, blood pouring continuously from it and staining half his body red.
A huge gash had also been carved across his back, so deep that bone showed through-a horrifying sight.
The Ox Demon hovered off to one side, panting heavily, his body trembling slightly. He was clearly a spent arrow at the end of its flight.
Wang Di and the others were no better off. All of them bore wounds to varying degrees, and some were so badly injured that they lay on the ground, their fate unknown.
"Husband, look. The Ox Demon's wounds keep piling up. I don't think he can hold on much longer."
Youmeng spoke softly,