"Hong'er!" He Cheng Dong saw Xiao Hong captured in the air, and he watched with his eyes wide open as the ghost clan member's lips fixed to her neck.
"Xiao Hong, my daughter!" Xia Chang Tian was further away from Xiao Hong and wanted to go rescue her, but the spirit energy that he released was blocked by the ghost clan who was at the side.
"Hong'er!" He Chaen Dong was surrounded by ghost clansmen and his eyes were bloodshot. His face was twisted with anxiousness, rage and anxiety.
"Little Birdie, go!"
Sima You Yue's familiar voice sounded and a burning red fiery silhouette flew over. It surrounded the ghost clansman that had grabbed onto Xiao Hong and immediately turned her into ashes.
Xiao Hong had initially seen the aura of death, but was immediately pulled by by the fiery force. Because it was too terrifying just now, she momentarily forgot to use her spirit energy to enable herself to stay in the air.
"Aaaahhhhh!"
