Qing Feng's life force was draining away at a terrifying speed.
White Snow did not hesitate.
She folded her wings, her Star Phoenix True Form plunging toward the altar like a burning meteorite. The Demon Emperor's black fog turned into countless tentacles to intercept her, only to be severed halfway by a streak of purple light.
"Go." Ye Han's voice came from behind her.
He formed a seal with one hand. The Purple Cauldron spun out above his head, swelling to a height of a hundred feet before bearing down on the Demon Emperor like a mountain. Purple radiance poured down into a cage, imprisoning the Demon Emperor's black fog. Ye Han braced his other hand against his knee, his knuckles white. Crossing between realms had long since exhausted his spell power; now he was holding on with his life.
White Snow did not look back. She trusted him. From their first meeting aboard the Flying Boat to fighting the demon side by side today, that trust had long since been carved into her bones.
The sacrificial runes on the altar shone blindingly. Qing Feng was bound to the central stone pillar, the rune-covered chains already embedded in her flesh. Blood streamed down the pillar and was greedily absorbed by the ground. Her face was so pale it was almost translucent, and only a faint glimmer remained in the birthmark between her brows.
"Qing Feng!"
White Snow pressed her right claw against the chains, and Star Phoenix Flame surged out. Purple-gold flames scorched the runes with a corrosive hiss. The sacrificial runes covering the chains writhed and struggled in the fire, screaming like living creatures.
But there were too many chains. Eight of them bound her hands, feet, waist, and neck, each connected to the altar's earth veins. When one