Wen Xiao’ai, taking advantage of the man’s distraction by Wu Zhihan, drew another Blood Talisman. Just like before, while Wu Zhihan was unprepared, she struck Wu Zhihan on the back of the head with it.
However, this time, Wu Zhihan didn’t even let out a scream and immediately turned around intending to strike Wen Xiao’ai again, just like last time.
Learning from the previous lesson, Wen Xiao’ai wasn’t about to let her succeed this time.
"What’s going on? Even the Ghost-suppressing Talisman is useless against her."
Wen Xiao’ai frowned and said in confusion.
Not only was Wu Zhihan unharmed, but she was twice as strong as before, almost as if she was on a stimulant, growing stronger with each strike.
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Or was it because they were in the Human Realm, and its power couldn’t be fully exerted?
Or was it really just ineffective against Wu Zhihan?
The man, upon hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s words, wasn’t surprised about the Ghost-suppressing Talisman being ineffective against Wu Zhihan, but rather at Wen Xiao’ai’s ability to draw such a talisman.
As expected of his Yingying, she could even use Netherworld spells.
The man was filled with a sense of pride and admiration within his heart.
"You think you can harm me with these things? You’re too naive. Today, I’ll scatter your demon soul, so you can’t even be a ghost."
Wu Zhihan looked at the somewhat disheveled pair and laughed triumphantly.
"You’re just boasting. Don’t bite your tongue." Wen Xiao’ai’s breath was irregular, clearly injured.
This Human Realm indeed has its merits, but the suppression of mana is something she truly detests.
Yet, Wu Zhihan seemed entirely unrestrained by this suppression.
Her strength was almost unbelievable.
"Sister, call the Ghost Messenger up. You two can’t defeat her."
The young boy, seeing Wen Xiao’ai injured, was about to cry in panic.
"Baozi, find a place to hide well and don’t worry about me," Wen Xiao’ai said as she turned back, launching another attack on Wu Zhihan.
The man, hearing the boy’s words, instinctively glanced at the boy on the ground. Just as he was about to look away, he felt the boy looked familiar.
Frowning, the man stared intently at the boy, as if trying hard to recall where he had seen him before.
Just as he was racking his brains and about to give up, he noticed the boy’s ears and his blood-red eyes and finally remembered who he was.
Nine-tailed Red Flame Fox.
Isn’t this the Fox Demon that Mu Han wanted to rescue?
He had never been able to find the last Soul Fragment of this Fox Demon, not expecting to encounter it so easily today.
How unexpected yet fortuitous.
But how did he end up with Yingying?
The boy felt the man watching him, shivering slightly in fear, and looked at the man warily.
Sister said he was a bad person. Even though he was helping the sister now, he still felt afraid.
The man withdrew his gaze from the boy.
Thinking to himself: Seems like I won’t break my promise to Mu Han. As long as I take this Soul Fragment back, there’s still a chance of revival.
Previously, he had always been deceiving the drunkard, claiming that the Fox Demon still showed signs of life, when in fact, he was long dead.
He said he could save him, but that was also a lie to the drunkard.
Because he couldn’t find the Fox Demon’s last soul fragment; even if he had found it, reviving the dead and reversing fate wasn’t something so easily done.
He wasn’t a saint, but once he promised someone, he would get it done.
Because of this Fox Demon matter, there had always been a knot in his heart.
Now that he found him, this knot should be untied.
In a while, he’ll take the Fox Demon’s soul back. Whether he can revive him or not, a year later, he can at least give Mu Han an explanation.