Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 149

The external spirits suddenly turned against them, and the blocking force weakened. Lei Shuang had no time to wonder why, using the opportunity to break free and rushed towards Nangong Yin with all her strength.

Nangong Yin, who had fallen from the dragon's back, was grabbed by Lei Shuang and steadied. Her breathing was still uneven when she spat out another mouthful of blood.

Lei Shuang's expression drastically changed. "Demon Lord!"

Without a word, she pulled out a small bottle given to her by Yan Zhao, pouring the dragon saliva onto Nangong Yin's wound. The wound, pierced by a sharp weapon, quickly stopped bleeding.

Nangong Yin leaned on Lei Shuang to steady herself and waved her hand, saying, "It's fine, it's nothing serious."

Lei Shuang quickly glanced at Feng Jin and Jiang Ying, who were still struggling in battle, her eyes reddening as she resolutely said, "Demon Lord, I will get you out of here!"

She was about to jump off the dragon's back with Nangong Yin when her wrist was grabbed. Nangong Yin shook her head at her.

Lei Shuang, anxious, said, "But..."

Before she could finish, Nangong Yin suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently, choking, leaving Lei Shuang unable to continue. When she finally calmed down, Nangong Yin looked down at her hand, now covered in blood.

However, she didn't seem to care and raised her gaze to the distance. A slim figure was slowly approaching. Lei Shuang followed Nangong Yin's line of sight and her expression changed abruptly. "How...how is she back?"

Nangong Yin's face grew heavy.

The one walking towards them was Yan Zhao, yet not Yan Zhao.

With each step Yan Zhao took, the soulless external spirits began to prostrate themselves, bowing in submission one after another.

As she approached, they could clearly see the red light flickering in Yan Zhao's eyes. A strange pattern swirled in her pupils. The once mindless external spirits now seemed delirious with joy, worshiping as if welcoming their new master after tens of thousands of years of silence in the Xuanhuang Secret Realm.

Lei Shuang held her breath in disbelief.

Yan Zhao walked straight toward the black figure, captured by the spirits. One by one, she broke his fingers, slowly crushing his bones.

Looking down at him coldly, she said with icy indifference, "I want him dead, but I want the pain to surpass death. Dying too quickly would be boring."

These people had severely injured Xiao Jin and nearly killed Ah Yin.

She had already lost her mother and would not allow anyone who had treated her kindly to disappear from her life.

As Yan Zhao finished speaking, the external spirits eagerly took action. For half an hour, the air was filled with the sounds of his screams. Countless sharp blades pierced his body, severing tendons and shattering bones, but carefully avoiding vital areas. For someone with a high cultivation level, his strong life force became his nightmare.

The other shadows trembled in terror.

As the man was on the verge of death, Yan Zhao began to search for her next target.

One of the black-clad men near Feng Jin, furthest from the battle, severed his own arm to escape the spirits' grasp. Without hesitation, he burned his essence blood, sacrificing his foundation to flee.

Yan Zhao watched from afar but did not give chase.

With just a glance, the surrounding external spirits surged like a tidal wave after the fleeing shadow.