1877 Yan Wuse, Save Me! (1)

A cry of pain and sorrow resounded.

A mass of the Body of Consciousness exploded out of the back of Number Two, but it was not Number Two's residual consciousness. It belonged to...

"Situ Yongren?"

Hearing this cry, Xu Xiaoshou was stunned by the familiar fluctuations produced by the expulsion of Body of Consciousness through the Deity Taming Whip.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

With just one lash, Situ Yongren's Body of Consciousness seemed completely destroyed.

Stripped of Number Two's protection, Situ Yongren could not even withstand a single blow. He was instantly assimilated by the power of the Secular Sword, as if all his physical pains had dissipated into thin air. Bowing from a distance, his consciousness swirled and convulsed, coalescing into a cloud.

"I... I humbly stand before you, Master Siren..."

Snap!

The Deity Taming Whip did not cease and lashed once again.