"Why is Ling’er in this coffin?"

Tianming knew very well that there was no answer to that question. Moreover, in the instant between life and death, the answer was meaningless. He could only hope that the Soulfiend would stop the person in Feiling's body.

Tianming would still have a fighting chance if she was caught by the Soulfiend. However, he was certain that wouldn’t be the case if she reached the altar. Because their information wasn’t complete, the most dangerous thing would be being led by the nose.

The Soulfiend was close.

It suddenly opened its three mouths and inhaled sharply. The mysterious woman gradually slowed down and transformed back to Feiling’s appearance.

As the Soulfiend charged toward her, Tianming seized the opportunity, flinging himself forward with the Thunderfiend Chains and slamming into Feiling before the Soulfiend. He held Feiling in his arms, but she looked at him with cold eyes.

"Stop messing around....