Suddenly, a sharp and startling sound, like a piercing arrow, shattered the deathly silence.
Large beads of sweat rolled down Zhou Jing's face without warning. The beads were full and heavy, and the bean-sized particles slid slowly down her bloodless, almost pale cheeks, hitting the dusty, mottled floor with a heavy thud. They splashed up tiny, almost imperceptible water droplets, leaving fleeting dark marks on the gray, lifeless ground, as if they were temporary traces left by fate.
Her features were contorted violently with unbearable pain, as if being kneaded by an invisible and malicious hand. Her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, her face filled with unbearable agony—a pain that penetrated to the bone and was indescribable.
Her body began to convulse violently and uncontrollably, her limbs swinging wildly like a puppet with its strings cut, each movement accompanied by a spasmodic tremor. The tremor was so intense that it was as if she were being tortured from the depths of hell, every nerve being burned by the flames of pain.
A series of low, hoarse roars emanated from her throat, a sound interwoven with pain and resentment. Each roar seemed to be squeezed from the depths of her soul, echoing endlessly in the silent room. Each roar was like a heavy hammer, striking the nerves of everyone present. The sharp yet muffled sound was chilling, as if it could pierce the soul and send shivers down one's spine.
In this chaotic, nightmarish situation, the system in Xia Wan's mind once again sounded emotionlessly: [The soul battle has entered a fierce stage. The host can help Xia Shuhua stabilize her soul.]
The cold, mechanical voice sounded like a sudden alarm bell in the darkness, sharp and urgent, instantly drawing Xia Wan's full attention and putting her nerves on edge, causing her heart to pound uncontrollably.
Xia Wan didn't have time to explain anything to Xia Shuqin, whose face was full of doubt, whose eyes were red with anxiety, and whose hands were trembling slightly with worry.
The methods for stabilizing the soul that the system had previously transmitted to her flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
The complex steps and obscure principles surged like a raging tide, and every detail and every key point became extremely important at this critical moment. Any slight mistake could lead to complete failure.
Xia Wan took a deep breath, her breath steady and powerful, carrying a do-or-die determination. She tried to use this to quickly calm herself down in order to deal with this crisis on a spiritual level.
Then, she slowly closed her eyes, completely shutting out the noise and distractions of the outside world, abandoning all distracting thoughts, and concentrating all her energy on communicating with the soul, wanting to touch Xia Shuhua's soul trapped in the depths of darkness.
She could feel her heart pounding violently in her chest, each beat like gathering strength for this battle of souls.
Xia Wan's consciousness was like an invisible yet powerful hand, cautiously groping its way forward through the fog of her soul.
The world of the soul is like a chaotic universe, full of unknowns and unpredictable dangers.
Thick fog enveloped the area, making each step feel like entering unknown territory, as if countless deadly traps were lurking within, and the slightest carelessness would lead to utter destruction.
She could clearly feel Zhou Jing's soul struggling wildly like a trapped beast.
Zhou Jing's soul released a strong force of resistance, like an indestructible, invisible wall, standing between Xia Wan and Xia Shuhua.
The force was so strong that Xia Wan's forehead was instantly covered with beads of sweat, each drop carrying the tension and hardship in her heart.
Every step she took forward felt like climbing a steep, almost vertical cliff. She had to use both hands and feet, and every step was fraught with hardship and danger. A slight misstep could send her plunging into an endless abyss of darkness.
Her breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath feeling like a struggle against a powerful resistance.
"Wanwan, what's wrong? What happened to Shuhua?" Xia Shuqin's anxious shouts rang in her ears, her voice filled with deep worry and confusion, trembling as if searching for a glimmer of hope in this chaotic situation.
But at this moment, Xia Wan was completely immersed in her own world, and nothing in the outside world could distract her anymore.
She clenched her teeth tightly, her cheeks puffing out slightly from the effort, her stubborn expression seeming to declare war on this difficult battle of the soul.
She silently recited the incantation taught by the system over and over again in her heart. The incantation was like a lighthouse in the darkness, emitting a faint but firm light, guiding her step by step closer to Xia Shuhua's soul.
Each time she silently recited it, she could truly feel that her soul and Xia Shuhua's soul had grown closer. That faint connection called to her in the darkness, giving her the courage and strength to persevere.
The image of Xia Shuhua from the past kept appearing in her mind, and those warm memories became her motivation to move forward.
Finally, after a long and arduous exploration, Xia Wan touched that faint, transparent soul deep within her soul.
That soul was like a candle flame about to go out in the darkness, swaying precariously in the raging wind, and could be swallowed up by the darkness at any moment.
She could clearly sense that Xia Shuhua's soul was being subjected to Zhou Jing's frenzied mental attack, and was teetering on the brink of collapse.
Xia Shuhua's soul struggled in agony, sending out a weak but urgent cry for help. The sound seemed to travel through endless time and space, coming from a distant place, yet it clearly entered the depths of Xia Wan's consciousness, causing her heart to clench with pain, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart.
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