The sharp sword light flashed, slicing the demon vine into several pieces.
Beside him, the Hunyuan Ancestor had no protective weapon like the Nine Dragon Chant and was entangled by the demon vine.
Seeing this, Ye Lingyue flicked her wrist, holding the Nine Dragon Chant, swung a few more swords, and relieved the Hunyuan Ancestor from his predicament.
The demon vine, repeatedly thwarted by Ye Lingyue, was infuriated and let out a sharp whistle-like screech.
More demon vines surged toward Ye Lingyue, almost wrapping her layer by layer.
The situation suddenly became tense, when Zitang Su appeared in front of Ye Lingyue, pulling her into his embrace.
With a blur before her eyes, Ye Lingyue was already taken away from the encirclement of the demon vines.
"Danger," Zitang Su said in a low voice.
"Let me go, I need to save Wu Zhong."
Ye Lingyue remembered that Princess Qingfeng once said when she was pregnant, she dreamt of a black sun falling into her belly.
