Long Hui, however, paid absolute zero mind to Wong Fu Siang's pathetic weeping and thrashing. He calmly extended his pale, heavy hand toward the man's forehead, fully preparing to initiate the Soul Search.
Wong Fu Siang wildly twisted his neck and thrashed his head side to side, trying desperately to dodge Long Hui's reaching palm. He could not let that hand touch his head. Unfortunately for him, he was completely trapped with nowhere to run.
Noticing Wong Fu Siang's annoying, spastic movements, Yu Qi frowned in slight irritation. She had zero desire to sit around watching a grown monster throw a frantic temper tantrum. She turned her gaze toward Dian Sang Mu and Dian Cang Ye.
"You two, hold his arms down flat. I will stabilise his head." Yu Qi commanded crisply.
"Allow me to hold him." Dian Zin Fang offered immediately, stepping up.
The three strong men moved into action without missing a beat.
