Without the slightest hesitation, Xia Wan decisively injected the spiritual liquid she had purchased with a large number of precious points from the system shop into Xia Shuhua's soul.

The elixir, like a fountain of life, radiated a soft and warm light, gently flowing into Xia Shuhua's soul like a slowly flowing stream.

This elixir is like a sturdy umbrella protecting a delicate flower in a storm, giving it the strength and protection to withstand the wind and rain.

As the spiritual liquid was injected, Xia Shuhua's soul gradually stabilized, and the originally dim soul light gradually became brighter, like a flame of hope that had been rekindled. The light gradually increased, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

With Xia Wan's full help, Xia Shuhua's soul gradually gained the power to resist and was no longer a lamb to be slaughtered.

Her consciousness slowly revived deep within her soul, like a seed that had been dormant for a long time, sprouting from the soil under the warm sunshine and rain of spring.

She recalled the moment Zhou Jing possessed her body, and an overwhelming surge of anger and resentment welled up inside her.

That anger burned fiercely deep within her soul like a raging fire, releasing immense power with every pulse, giving her the courage and determination to resist.

Her soul seemed to be infused with new vitality, brimming with fighting spirit.

"Zhou Jing, you despicable bastard, give me back my body!" Xia Shuhua's soul roared, the voice full of power, as loud as a bell, carrying endless anger and majesty.

This force transformed into a powerful shockwave, like a surging ocean wave, rushing towards Zhou Jing's soul. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be distorted, emitting a buzzing sound.

Zhou Jing's soul was incredibly fragile under the impact of this force, like a fallen leaf drifting in a gale, being shaken backward repeatedly.

Her eyes were filled with terror and despair, a deep fear of failure and impending doom, as if she could see her fate of utter destruction. Her soul trembled under this powerful impact.

Zhou Jing looked at Xia Shuhua, who was growing stronger, with horror and despair filling her heart.

But her deep-seated resentment made her unable to accept such a defeat, and she was even more unwilling to lose control of this body.

She exerted all her strength, summoning all the power from the depths of her soul, in a final struggle to regain control of her body.

In an instant, the soul forces in the room clashed violently, and a strange aura filled the air. The aura was icy cold and suffocating, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping people's throats, making it hard to breathe.

The light of the souls flickered wildly in the room, sometimes so bright it was blinding, as if it were about to illuminate the entire room, and sometimes so dim it was almost extinguished, as if it were about to be swallowed by darkness at any moment. It was as if two souls were engaged in a fierce battle to the death, and each flicker of light was accompanied by a collision and clash of forces, making a "sizzling" sound.

Xia Wan keenly sensed Zhou Jing's desperate struggle, and she knew that the battle had reached its most critical moment.

She dared not slacken in the slightest, and increased her support for Xia Shuhua, continuously sending her strength.

At the same time, she silently prayed that this thrilling battle of souls would end as soon as possible.

She knew in her heart that if Zhou Jing continued to resist, not only would Xia Shuhua's soul suffer even greater damage, but everyone in the room might be swept up in this terrible soul storm and fall into an abyss of no return.

Her hands clenched unconsciously, as if she were gathering her last strength for this battle.

With the combined efforts of Xia Wan and Xia Shuhua, Zhou Jing's soul power grew weaker and weaker. Her resistance gradually became futile, and her body began to become ethereal, like the morning mist gradually dissipating under the sunlight.

Her eyes were filled with despair, and her body trembled uncontrollably. It was a fear and reluctance to lose everything. She tried to grasp at the last glimmer of hope, but it was all in vain.

As her soul gradually dissipated, it emitted a faint lament, as if expressing its resentment.

"No, I'm not reconciled! I can't fail like this!" Zhou Jing let out a desperate roar, her voice filled with resentment and madness, echoing in the room for a long time.

Her soul unleashed a powerful force at the last moment, attempting a final struggle.

However, all of this was in vain.

Xia Wan and Xia Shuhua's forces have formed an unbreakable defensive line, like an ancient and sturdy Great Wall of steel, standing firm and unyielding.

This defensive line blocked all of Zhou Jing's attacks, rendering all her efforts futile.

Faced with this powerful force, Zhou Jing's soul was like a fragile bubble, finally collapsing completely, turning into a wisp of smoke that slowly rose and gradually dissipated in the air, disappearing without a trace.

As she vanished, the eerie atmosphere in the room gradually faded away, as if it had never existed.

As Zhou Jing's soul dissipated, the eerie atmosphere in the room gradually dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

The light, which had been flickering and seemed ready to go out at any moment, now became steady, casting a soft glow that illuminated the entire room and dispelled the darkness and fear that had just passed.

Everything in the room returned to normal, as if the fierce battle just now was just a dream. Only the slightly trembling air seemed to still tell the story of the thrilling battle.

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