Yun Chujiu had a large kitchen knife in her hand, but she did not have much confidence. Moreover, this was in the water, so the small flames would not be of much use.
Just when Blackheart Jiu was at a loss, Meng Yanshou spoke.
“Little fairy, I have almost recovered. I will weave a dream for that demon, and you take the opportunity to kill him!”
In fact, Meng Yanshou had hesitated and weighed the pros and cons before deciding to step forward! This fellow was now half a soul. Using its innate ability would consume a lot of spiritual power that it had spent a lot of effort to cultivate.
Therefore, it would hide whenever it could. When the monk chanted the sutras, it did not have a headache at all. It was afraid that Yun Chujiu would make it attack, so it found an excuse to hide.
However, looking at it now, it seemed that there was no other good method other than it. It could only brace itself and charge forward.
