Thankfully, after just two seconds, Bai Qi yanked a woman with a bowed head from the lyre.
The lyre, like a leech gorged on blood, dropped from the wall with a thud. Its dark luster shifted ceaselessly, as if it were trembling.
"Gross, this woman is all sticky," Bai Qi complained. He looked like he was about to puke, but the hand gripping the female ghost's wrist didn't loosen.
Mr. Hei quickly ran over and helped Xin Huohuo up.
Despite being trapped for so long, plunged into fear and despair, and enduring a fight unlike any she'd ever experienced, one that drained all her physical and mental energy—even that tiny bit of Spiritual Power and Mana—Xin Huohuo hadn't felt a thing. She could still stand proudly to face her enemy, so resilient she seemed invincible.
