Hiss, hiss!
Strands of hair exploded in growth like entwining pythons, binding Su Bingbing in an instant.
As a martial artist herself, Su Bingbing could have potentially struggled free even if she were tied with thick ropes.
But this time, she only felt a sudden onslaught of icy coldness, paralyzing her limbs and rendering her immobile.
'I'm going to die…'
She watched the female ghost's face drawing nearer, a crystal tear beginning to form at the corner of her eye.
"Su Bingbing, hold on!"
Suddenly, a dragon-elephant-like roar from Xu Yuan reached Su Bingbing's ears.
A figure lunged forward, grabbed the Red Tassel Spear, and thrust it fiercely into the chest of the female ghost.
Suppression formed!
The female ghost momentarily halted her movements.
Yet the tips of her hair still twitched slightly.
Clearly, the suppression this time would be exceptionally brief!
Even Su Bingbing's bindings had not been released.
And Xu Yuan was staring at his own arms.
