Lian Fei's spirit was so engrossed in mocking Han Xiaowen that he didn't notice the presence of another person in the room.
He felt the danger only when the Divine Dog's Fury approached him from the side. Startled, he hastily tried to dodge.
But it was too late. The pitch-black whip brutally lashed his back.
Lian Fei screamed in pain as his ghostly form collapsed onto the floor, wincing in agony. Thick black smoke seeped from his back, a clear sign of extensive injuries.
By this time, Ye You had removed the invisible bubble, and Qin Sisi, with a frosty expression, watched the ghost writhing in pain. She softly asked, "Lian Fei?"
"Who... who are you?" Lian Fei trembled with pain, his eyes filled with fear, resentment, and fury as he looked at Qin Sisi.
Ignoring Lian Fei's question, Qin Sisi turned her gaze towards Ye You, who sat on her shoulder, faintly aware of the black smoke rising from Lian Fei's back.
