"What?"
Ye Xuan's face changed, and he couldn't help but twitch the muscles at the corner of his mouth. Wasn't this woman too ruthless—resorting to such an extreme measure without any discussion?
Originally, he had planned to slip away amidst the chaos. Now, it seemed, flight was likely impossible.
The curse mark of the Shadow Demon Clan was notoriously difficult to deal with; Ye Xuan had known this for some time, and at present, he was utterly without recourse.
"Behave yourself, you brat!"
Chi Yi grinned, his eyes brimming with a mocking light as if to say, "Run, I dare you."
After planting the curse mark on Ye Xuan, Zi Ying seemed to finally feel at ease. She pulled a black whip from her Qiankun Ring. This whip radiated faint fluctuations targeting soul power, but unlike the Demon Infant, the force emitted was not one of suction, but one of repulsion.
Brandishing the whip, Zi Ying attacked the Level 4 Demon Infant.
"Brother Ye."
