Blood was trickling from the corner of Zoey's mouth, but there was not a trace of pain on her face. With clenched fists, even her steps seemed somewhat unsteady, floating, yet she launched another attack.
This time, the attack was not as sharp as before, somewhat feeble.
"Sis! Don't go forward!" Wes shouted and rushed in.
Sofia, whose face originally held a charming demeanor, now harbored a chill of murderous intent. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you wish for death, then I'll grant it!"
Saying this, she prepared to pluck the strings again.
William slightly closed his eyes, directly using his powerful divine consciousness to launch a spiritual suppression on her.
In an instant, Sofia's face turned pale, her body stiffened, pupils dilated, and just as Zoey's fist was about to land on Sofia, she fainted.
Zoey also lost all her strength in an instant, slipped, and fell on Sofia.
Wes, who had entered, was also stunned.
