Hearing the sound from behind, Xiahou Que's face changed, turning back in horror and saying incredulously, "Impossible, how can you still talk."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were overjoyed and desperately tried to break free from Xiahou Que, rushing towards the white cocoon.
However, Xiahou Que was only momentarily stunned before regaining his composure because he saw that the white cocoon remained perfectly intact on the ground, without any changes.
Even though Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were struggling to leave, Xiahou Que tightened his grip and firmly grasped their wrists.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting let out cries of pain as their wrists hurt.
Xiahou Que laughed maniacally, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, turns out you were just bluffing. My white silk is incredibly tough and sticky, even though you can talk now, the more you move, the tighter it will get, slowly binding your mouth. Then, let's see how you talk."
From within the white cocoon came Wang Yan's cold voice, "Just some spider silk, what's there to fear? Only you treat it like a treasure."
Xiahou Que snorted coldly, "Hmph, if there's nothing to fear, then come out now; Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting are in my hands, and their wrists are hurting. Come out and save them."
After saying this, Xiahou Que finally felt an unparalleled sense of satisfaction, sweeping away all the gloom of the past few days.
After waiting for a while, there was no further response from the white cocoon. Xiahou Que laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, now you're stuck, although you can't talk anymore, I know you can hear me. Listen up, I'm taking Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting back now, and tonight, I will thoroughly enjoy the two of them. Hahaha, Wang Yan, how do you feel about that? Are you angry? If you're angry, come and hit me."
Xiahou Que laughed unrestrainedly, his face full of arrogant smugness.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting looked at the white cocoon, their eyes filled with tears and sorrow, murmuring, "Brother Wang Yan——"
At this moment, suddenly Wang Yan's cold and angry voice echoed from within the cocoon, "Xiahou Que, you're courting death——"
Along with Wang Yan's words, there was a loud "boom" from within the white cocoon, followed by seeing a fireball breaking through the cocoon, shooting into the sky.
This ball of white cocoon caught fire immediately when touched by the fireball, bursting into fierce flames.
In the raging flames that soared into the sky, a silhouette was seen rushing out, straight towards Xiahou Que.
Under the illumination of the blazing flames, Xiahou Que clearly saw that it was Wang Yan, full of anger and murderous intent, who broke out of the cocoon.
"Ah——how is this possible?" Xiahou Que was dumbfounded with fear.
His first Demon Soul was tailor-made for him by a black dragon, as long as he wrapped Wang Yan with the white silk, even if Wang Yan had powerful strength, he couldn't possibly break through the white silk to escape the cocoon.
The white silk had only one weakness—it feared fire. But Wang Yan, with his Wolf Pattern, did not possess any Fire Attribute Magic Skill, so the white silk was completely a nemesis for Wang Yan.
This was also why Xiahou Que dared to return to find Wang Yan again.
But now, seeing the cocoon burned and Wang Yan breaking out, Xiahou Que was immediately stunned because flames were his nemesis.
"Do you have a second magic skill? That's impossible, you only have one Soul Star." Xiahou Que's mind was in chaos, thinking a thousand thoughts but couldn't understand the reason.
While Xiahou Que was dazed, Wang Yan swiftly charged right in front of him.
By the time Xiahou Que reacted, it was too late, and in his rush, he quickly turned to flee but felt his hands were unimaginably heavy, only then remembering he was still holding Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt
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Xiahou Que hurriedly released his grip, letting go of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, about to turn again.
But with this turn, Xiahou Que still felt his hands were unimaginably heavy, and still couldn't turn around.
Looking back, Xiahou Que found his wrists were tightly seized, and the one holding him was Wang Yan, with a livid expression.
With a cry of shock, Xiahou Que struggled to pull his arms back, but Wang Yan's hands were like iron clamps, and Xiahou Que couldn't budge them at all.
At this moment, Wang Yan's cold voice was heard: "These two hands of yours touched what they shouldn't have; you don't need them."
Xiahou Que blinked, not immediately understanding the meaning of Wang Yan's words.
However, at this time, he heard a crisp "crack" twice, followed by intense pain, and Xiahou Que couldn't help but scream in agony, the sound tearing through the dark night sky and echoing far away.
Amidst the immense pain, looking down, Xiahou Que realized his two wrists had been broken, both hands drooping limply, with ghastly white bones exposed from the wrists.
At this moment, Xiahou Que finally understood the meaning behind Wang Yan's words; it was because his hands had grabbed Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, so Wang Yan disabled them.
In Xiahou Que's heart, a sky-high sense of fear immediately arose. Now in Xiahou Que's eyes, standing before him was no ordinary person but a demon.
A demon that, once angered, could make one's life unbearable.
Even though Xiahou Que's wrists were in pain, he could not even think to counterattack, nor had any thought of resistance. He only wanted to escape quickly, as far away from Wang Yan as possible.
With fear in his eyes, Xiahou Que hurriedly retreated, but no matter how much his legs moved back, he couldn't distance himself from Wang Yan.
Xiahou Que was both terrified and confused, thinking to himself: What magic skill is this? Why can't I escape?
In a daze, Xiahou Que realized that his disjoined wrists were still held by Wang Yan, and that was his reason for being unable to leave.
"Let go — please, let go quickly——" Xiahou Que was on the verge of tears, continuously begging.
However, Wang Yan remained unmoved, his gaze revealing a hint of murderous intent.
Wang Yan coldly said, "Your whole body is filled with hatred; I can't let you remain in this world. Today, you will die."
As he spoke, Wang Yan's eyes twinkled, and a black vortex appeared in them once again.
Seeing the vortex in Wang Yan's eyes, Xiahou Que screamed in terror, "No, don't, help——someone, help——"
At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind them, "Wang Yan, how can you fight in school?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yan quickly turned his head, seeing a woman standing behind him.
Upon seeing her clearly, Wang Yan frowned and instantly released his grip on Xiahou Que.