At this moment, the deathly aura still lingered on Ouyang Rong's face. If one didn't look closely, they might really think Ouyang Rong had already passed away, as her chest barely rose and fell. Beads of sweat were dripping profusely from the foreheads of San Qi and Ba Jiao.
It was at this moment that they realized the situation was much more serious than they had imagined.
The two withdrew their hands, and the Ruyi Ball remained quietly placed above Ouyang Rong's head, its dazzling colors had dimmed significantly from when they first started.
Ba Jiao anxiously asked, "What should we do?"
San Qi wiped the sweat from his brow, the light in his eyes growing increasingly dark. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he looked up at Ba Jiao, "Ba Jiao, could it be that woman named Gu Qiaoqiao is behind this?"
"She's behind this? But how could she have done it? We were all present at the time and didn't notice any talisman placed on the young miss…"
