Touched by the pitiful pleas that reached her ears, Qin Ruan felt momentarily sympathetic.
Gazing at Ling Xiaoxuan's pained and twisted face, she steeled her heart and poured more Nether Power into her hands.
As the intensity of the Nether Divine Power augmented, so too did Ling Xiaoxuan's suffering.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
A woeful shriek filled the air again, so chilling that it raised goosebumps on everyone present.
Song Qing, who had withstood the Hell-like rigors of Huo Family's Hidden Guard's training, found herself feeling a moment of pity for Ling Xiaoxuan.
But such pity lasted only for a fleeting moment.
With a furrowed brow, she stared at the obsidian bead on the black rubber band around her wrist. She toyed with it in silence, appearing unconcerned with the ongoing scene.
Qin Ruan's delicate face was set in solemnity, her grip on Ling Xiaoxuan's hand tightening.
She was nearly there; one final strike would disperse the doppelganger soul within the woman.