Xie Jiuniang had completely forgotten that each swing at the spiritual power chains would shake her injured shoulder, worsening her wounds and causing pain as if she were being dismembered over and over again.
Blood gushed from the pipa bones on both sides, dyeing the moon-white robe of the Sect a ghastly red—an appalling sight.
The excruciating pain from her pipa bone actually roused Xie Jiuniang's groggy mind somewhat, as she slowly lifted her blood-drenched right hand and grabbed one end of the spiritual power chain.
The spiritual power chain carried the Power of Laws from Su He. For an ordinary person to grab it directly with their hands was tantamount to saying goodbye to their hands.
As expected, a sizzling sound came from her palm, as if her skin were being scalded. Suddenly, a pale silver glow erupted from the center of her palm.
It was the Power of Laws.
It spurred Xie Jiuniang to grip the chain even tighter!
