I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

Ying Qi and Si Yao were both injured and their fighting capacity was greatly reduced; although the junior sister had just recovered her memory and her cultivation had improved, it would take some time for her to return to her previous peak state.

In this way, the only ones who can really fight are him and Senior Brother Zou.

They might be able to cope with the dozen or so monks from the spiritual world, but if they faced these dozens of demons, it would undoubtedly be like an egg hitting a stone, and they would only bring humiliation upon themselves.

Fei Xiuwen knew this very well, so even though his words were full of sarcasm, he did not dare to be careless in his heart.

He was waiting, waiting for a turning point, a chance that would allow them to turn danger into safety.

For a moment, the surroundings seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force and fell into a heart-pounding silence.

Outside the barrier, whether it was the high-ranking monks in the spiritual world or those black-clothed demons, they all stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on the barrier in the side courtyard that was flashing with strange light, revealing their complex emotions and speculations in silence.

The trapped people within the barrier also felt the oppression. They stared anxiously or fearfully at those people outside who seemed to be able to decide their fate, secretly thinking of various possible ways to escape.

Among them, a few people had flickering eyes, as if they were trying to communicate through eye contact, looking for mutual understanding and cooperation.

At this time, Si Yao was sitting quietly in the guest room of the barrier, and his body was recovering at an astonishing speed.

Although there were still faint fluctuations of spiritual energy surrounding his body, compared with before, the violent and raging spiritual energy had been greatly reduced, appearing gentle and orderly.

More importantly, the aura of the Heavenly Soul Pill that had once caused him unbearable pain has now completely dissipated without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Seeing this, Zou Mubai, who was standing by, finally relaxed his tense nerves and a smile of relief inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the other side of the room, Ying Qi did not waste this rare moment of peace.

He quickly took out bottles of precious pills from his storage ring and swallowed them without hesitation.

Each pill contained amazing energy, providing him with endless power.

Ying Qi knew very well that the next battle would be even more difficult, and he had to make himself stronger so as not to become a burden to everyone in this battle of life and death.

At the same time, He Ronger and Xu Chong quietly returned to their rooms.

Although they did not speak, the eye contact between them was enough to tell everything. Facing the current unfavorable situation, they understood that only by uniting together can they find a way out.

So, the two of them hid in the most secluded corner of the room and began to discuss countermeasures in a low voice, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this despair.

Finally, after careful consideration, He Ronger resolutely decided to draw more talismans with stronger attack and defense power, just in case of emergency.

She found a corner far away from the hustle and bustle and with a peaceful atmosphere. It was very quiet and not easily noticed by outsiders, providing an excellent environment for her painting work.

Then, she carefully took out from her storage bag all the talisman papers she had carefully collected and the talisman pen that was dipped in cinnabar and as sharp as a sword, took a deep breath as if to cheer herself up, and then began to draw furiously.

Seeing this, Xu Chong knew that every minute and every second at this moment was crucial. He did not dare to disturb her in the slightest. He just sat quietly beside He Ronger, giving her the greatest support and help in a silent way.

His eyes were full of trust and admiration for He Ronger's abilities, but also a hint of nervousness and anticipation. After all, the unknown challenges they faced should not be underestimated.

Whenever He Ronger completed drawing a talisman with full concentration, the talisman would flicker with a faint light, as if it contained some mysterious power.

At this time, Xu Chong would take the talisman actively and gently, put it away carefully to avoid any possible damage, and quickly place a new talisman paper in front of He Ronger, preparing for her next round of drawing.

Such tacit cooperation makes the whole process smooth and efficient.

After many times of practice, He Ronger's success rate in drawing talismans has also increased a lot. Originally, the success rate was 80% out of 10. Now, under high pressure, it has reached a 100% success rate.

Moreover, her speed has also increased a lot. She can finish a picture almost in one stroke and only need a few seconds to complete it.

Xu Chong went from being shocked at first to being numb later, and then he secretly complained that she was moving too fast and was a monster.

Time passes quietly in such a tense yet hopeful atmosphere, and every second seems particularly precious.

About an incense stick of time passed. During the whole process, except for the slight breathing of the two of them and the occasional sound of the talisman pen rubbing against paper, the outside world remained uncomfortably quiet, with no sound at all.

The continuous and high-intensity use of mental power was unbearable even for a cultivator like He Ronger, whose cultivation had improved significantly.

Her body and mind were under tremendous pressure, as if she was fighting against her limits every minute and every second.

Soon, He Ronger's face turned pale as paper, and her skillful and powerful movements gradually became slow and heavy. Her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but more of determination and unyielding.

However, the limits of her body could not be ignored. Her movements became slower and slower, and every swing of her brush seemed to be fighting against the invisible gravity.

Xu Chong had been silently paying attention to He Ronger's situation, and he keenly noticed her abnormality. When he looked up and saw He Ronger's pale and almost bloodless face, a strong sense of worry suddenly surged in his heart.

He quickly put down the work in his hands and asked with concern: "Rong girl, are you okay? You look so bad, why don't we take a break first."

He Ronger forced a smile and tried to shake her head and say "I can't stop" but she was eventually defeated by her tired body. After she finished drawing the last stroke of the talisman, she weakly put away the talisman brush and leaned against the wall with a slight tremor in her body.

She panted weakly, looked out through the crack in the window, and asked in a thin but firm voice: "Are those people still there?"

Xu Chong nodded gently, his eyes also full of worry: "Still there. It seems that they are fighting with us. But you don't have to worry too much. I saw that Brother Zou has reinforced the barrier again. They won't be able to rush in for a while."

Hearing Xu Chong's words, He Ronger breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she is very tired now, she feels a little warm in her heart when she thinks that her fellow brothers are here and they can fight side by side again.