"Fine, just go to sleep first!"
As she spoke, she waved her hand, and in an instant, from behind her, in the glow of the Fierce Flame, a sinister shadow surged ominously, spreading indefinitely like a pair of dark wings, engulfing Master Zhou in the blink of an eye.
In just a flicker, the spiritual resistance, invasion, defense, interference, and correction began at a dizzying pace, and then it was over.
The sound of breaking echoed incessantly.
Severely injured and groggy, Master Zhou's world went dark; he lost all ability to resist and fell to the ground, powerless to fight back; the only thing he could hear was an indifferent whisper,
"Stay put, and don't get in the way."
The wing-like shadows transformed, coalescing into a hand that lifted him up and threw him into a 'pile of people.' Zhou Chong desperately tried to lift his head, glaring at the figure of Ye Xian retreating, but in the end, he could no longer bear it and completely passed out.
