"Master!"
The Ox Demon and the others broke through the encirclement like fierce tigers bursting from their cages and immediately shouted at the top of their lungs. Indescribable excitement still shone on their faces, as though the dawn of victory were already gleaming ahead.
"Retreat, now!"
The Hell Three-Headed Dragon's voice was icy, as though it came from the Nine Netherworld, sending chills down their spines.
It turned and led the charge toward Shui Yanbin and the others at full speed. The sharp dragon claws beneath its belly clamped like iron pincers around Cheng Xiaomei, whose bones had already been shattered throughout her body.
She was like a guttering candle in the wind now, unable to struggle any longer. Even begging for mercy was beyond her reach. Only broken whimpers escaped her mouth, as though recounting her endless suffering.
Yet Long Ji had no intention of letting her go. Those dragon claws kneaded her roughly up and down like a demon's talons, seemingly determined to crush her into pulp to vent the hatred in his heart.
"Xiaomei! You bastard, how dare you!"
Only then did Cheng Shuangshuang wake as though from a dream and realize that her younger sister had somehow been captured-and, from the look of her, subjected to inhuman torture.
Cheng Shuangshuang's fury ignited in an instant, erupting like a volcano. She drew the Glazed Sword from her back and sent fierce waves of Sword Qi slashing toward them like a raging storm, leading the others in relentless pursuit like starving tigers pouncing on prey.
Naturally, Long Ji and the others were not foolish enough to keep tangling with them. As though their soles had been greased, they raced back without so much as turning their heads.
Many of the badly injured Flood Dragons and Demonic Beasts