At the foot of Mount Buzhou.
By then, You Si had already gained the upper hand.
She rushed forward with the many monks beside her, leaving Yingning utterly unable to fend them off.
Tamamo-no-Mae could only join forces with Yingning for the time being to resist the multitude of enemies before them.
A thousand-year-old female ghost from China joining forces with Japan's most famous monster should have made for a battle without suspense in any legend, yet You Si and the black monks before them were still beating them back, step by step.
At Shiranui Asuka's plea for help, the Slit-Mouthed Woman and the Eight-Foot Woman joined the fray as well.
Unfortunately, most of these two monsters' abilities were meant for slaughtering mortals, leaving them stretched thin against an opponent of You Si's caliber.
The black monks had already outnumbered the combined forces of the Flame Emperor and "Sage." Now that You Si had joined the enemy, nearly everyone present was locked in a desperate struggle. Who could possibly spare a hand to help?
In a moment of distraction, two monks flashed to Yingning's sides, their pitch-black arms gathering dense, sinister energy as they reached for her wrists.
Seeing that she could not dodge in time, Yingning could only summon an aura of extreme cold around herself, hoping to force the enemies back.
An ordinary person standing in that freezing aura for even a moment would likely have had ice crystals form in the blood flowing through their body. Yet the two monks' expressions merely hardened as they reached out and seized Yingning's bitterly cold wrists.
In an instant, white frost formed on their hands. Every finger turned crystalline and pure white, like an ice sculpture, yet their expressions remained unchanged.
"Let go!" Yingning shouted, but no matter what she