"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill him!"
The threat from the young man was fierce and resolute.
From a distance, a withered hand could be seen clutching Chu Yan's neck through the black mist.
Qin Zhao's breath hitched, and she instinctively stopped moving.
By the time she realized what was happening, a crimson banner flew out from within the black mist. Initially no bigger than the palm of a hand, it eventually expanded to blot out the sun, and many dead souls flew out of the banner, entwining around Qin Zhao.
"A Soul Summoning Banner?"
She had not expected the young man to possess such a formidable evil object; her bright and beautiful face grew increasingly cold.
Dealing with the Dead Souls wasn't difficult for Qin Zhao, but she didn't know how many were contained within the Soul Summoning Banner.
She would kill a batch, and then another would swarm her, leaving her with no opportunity to pursue the fugitives!
"Damn it! Die, all of you!"
