But before it could rush over, Lin Caisang's long whip had already come into play, directly wrapping around Yao's arm and yanking it hard.
By this time, Feng had already darted to the other side.
The spirit attack of Huaguo Yang missed its mark and dared not linger, preparing to leave directly.
But with so many people present, how could they possibly allow Huaguo Yang's spirit to leave? Sui Zimo's longsword was raised, slashing a stream of spiritual power at it.
"Screech, screech!"
Huaguo Yang couldn't dodge in time and was hit directly, letting out a painful cry.
But soon, the spirit, which had been split in two, fused back together, once again planning to escape.
"It can feel pain, that's good!"
Having rescued Yao, Lin Caisang was now free to deal with Huaguo Yang's spirit, and she lashed her whip toward it.
However, Huaguo Yang, lacking a physical body and being merely a spirit, couldn't be struck by her spirit whip.
"Damn it!"
She cursed softly.
