At the side, Shi Huaiyu and Feng Tingting were blasted away under the pressure of the Refining Void, pressed firmly against the wall.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu felt Bu Yingshu's increasingly oppressive gaze, and he couldn't help but be forced to step back step by step.
At this moment, a struggle and helplessness flashed across Zhang Yu's face, and he finally sighed, "I wouldn't dare, Taoist Lord, please calm your anger... You have bestowed upon me the grace of promotion, it is because of you that I am here today. Whatever you want me to do, I will do it even if it costs me everything, without a frown."
"Since you want to kill Bai Zhenzhen, I will help you lure her out."
Upon hearing Zhang Yu's words, Bu Yingshu nodded slightly, thinking, "This is more like it, it seems Zhang Yu is still under my control, just temporarily bewitched by the Sky Sword Sect's sword beast."
