"Let go!"
"Let go!"
Almost simultaneously, Wu Zhong and Bo Qing both bellowed angrily.
Ye Lingyue was stunned, about to lose her temper.
But before she could get mad, Ye Lingyue was snatched up by Wu Zhong as easily as an eagle capturing a chick.
"What did you do to Thirteen? Let him go; target me for everything." Bo Qing panicked upon seeing Ye Lingyue being grabbed, ready to rush forward in a desperate struggle.
"Scram!" Wu Zhong glared furiously, his murderous intent enveloping everything like a suffocating blanket.
He stomped his foot, and before Bo Qing could even get close, the air twisted violently.
At that moment, the eight swords circling around Wu Zhong began to buzz like a swarm of bees.
The Sacrificial Sword Platform started to shake.
Wu Zhong and Ye Lingyue looked towards the ground.
Just now, Bo Qing's Beidou Exchange Bell had inadvertently struck the Sacrificial Sword Platform.
