Rui Qingxue had originally intended to continue the pursuit and thoroughly slay that Demonic cultivator, but at that moment, the great turtle below sent her a thought.
"Young Lady, this old turtle can barely hold them down any longer..."
"You've worked hard. That fiend has already fled, so release the two of them."
Rumble...
Black Mountain trembled. The giant turtle opened its mouth, and two streams of light, one azure and one white, shot out like fleeting meteors.
Because the Demonic cultivator's Primordial Spirit had not perished, the power of the Demonic Seals on the two Demon Lords had yet to be fully removed. They were still filled with hostility toward Rui Qingxue.
Just then, Yang Yuanhong had also completely torn apart the demonic cloud. Rui Qingxue once more summoned him with her beast-controlling technique.
Compared to slowly restoring the sanity of the two Demon Lords by expending her own mental effort, there was another method that was far more efficient and swift.
"Little Friend Yang, I'll have to trouble you to put in some more effort."
With a backhanded push, Rui Qingxue sent Yang Yuanhong, with the power of the Western Saint fully unleashed, before the two Demon Lords.
After a bloody battle, clarity returned to the eyes of the great flood dragon and the colorful owl beneath his fierce, tyrannical fists.
"Young Lady!"
"We were incompetent and fell for that fiend's scheme, nearly dragging you down with us! Please punish us, Young Lady!"
Once the two Demon Lords had shaken off the Demonic Seals' influence, they both knelt before Rui Qingxue in utter panic, opening their mouths to beg forgiveness.
"The Demon Sect's methods are exceedingly sinister. I was careless for a moment and failed to guard against them. You cannot be blamed."
Rui Qingxue gently shook her