Huang Xiao could not help looking at Zhang Hu. Zhang Hu looked just as bedraggled; he too had retreated several dozen steps and was now frowning at Jiang Ying and the other two.
Jiang Ying and Yan Zhong kept trying to approach the woman, but whenever they leaped up, the invisible notes of her zither drove them back. For a time, neither knew quite what to do. It was not that her cultivation was too high, but that the zither music was too strange, too powerful. Clearly, all of this was thanks to the Netherworld Demon Zither. Otherwise, with her cultivation, she could never have been a match for the two of them.
By now, the zither music had risen to an extraordinarily shrill pitch. Even Jiang Ying and Yan Zhong looked somewhat strained. They were constantly resisting its assault, and although they could hold it off for the moment, the price was an unceasing drain on their power.
If this went on, even though they had reached the peak, they could not afford such expenditure.
"It seems we can't afford to show mercy anymore!" Jiang Ying murmured.
Yan Zhong said nothing, but nodded, his gaze brimming with murderous intent as he looked at the woman.
The woman had been watching Jiang Ying and Yan Zhong's reactions all along. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and she thought, It's already too late!
The auras around Jiang Ying and Yan Zhong surged, and they shot toward the woman from the left and right.
"Today, we'll have to crush this flower with ruthless hands. Little girl, you brought this on yourself!" Jiang Ying shouted.
To their surprise, the woman did not use her zither music to stop them this time. Just as doubt arose in their minds, her ten fingers, which