"A Jiu, what happened?" Yun Huanling was also somewhat baffled by Su Jiu's actions.
Su Jiu pressed her lips together without answering him immediately. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on A Meng's soul.
Something was wrong. It was still wrong. As expected, it had nothing to do with Yang Guo's arts. A Meng's soul body was simply dissipating at an abnormal rate.
"A Jiu, what are you looking at? You've even activated your Otherworldly Eyes."
Su Jiu had no time to spare for Yun Huanling. She turned to the Nightmare Demon and asked coldly, "Where did you put her physical body?"
The Nightmare Demon sneered. "What, are you planning to spare not even the physical body of a lone wraith?"
"Her vitality hasn't been extinguished yet. Forcing her soul out of her body under your control causes her tremendous harm. At best, it damages her foundations; at worst, it shortens her lifespan. Besides, separating her living soul from her body will make her already unstable soul scatter even further. Most importantly, you even used that sort of secret art to let this frail wisp of her soul enter my sea of consciousness... Nightmare Demon, are you really doing this for her own good?"
The Nightmare Demon froze, but Su Jiu had no intention of letting it off. She pointed at A Meng's soul and said,
"An unknown force is eating away at her living soul. She needs a vessel to cut off that devouring force. Otherwise, her soul will surely shatter and scatter within six hours. And right now, the best vessel for her is her original physical body."
The Nightmare Demon's pitch-black eyes stared fixedly at Su Jiu, as though trying to distinguish truth from falsehood in her words. "Is what you're saying true?"
"I have no reason