From each fleshy tendril, adorable baby faces squeezed forth, a dense and writhing mass. Their hollow mouths emitted human-like sounds.
Ye, Snake, and Xi'er clamped their hands over their ears and fell to their knees with a thud. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, faces wracked with agony. It was as if the sound was a death knell to them, inflicting a torment Zheng Xiu could not comprehend.
As Mystics, Yin Qingqing, Feng Bei, and Zheng Xiu only felt a slight discomfort, their reactions nowhere near as severe.
"Take them!"
Zheng Xiu shouted over his shoulder at Yin Qingqing. She nodded, and a sheet of human skin sprang from her, instantly swallowing Ye, Snake, and Xi'er.
Now burdened by the weight of several people, Yin Qingqing's movements were sluggish. She gritted her teeth and retreated.
