Chapter 843: Three Dao Sound
The combat prowess of the sub-primal Ruo had already been vividly displayed during the earlier battle at the Peach Garden. With her strength nearly depleted, Little Aunt, despite wielding the Eight Trigrams Furnace, was no longer certain she had the ability to defeat it.
The Black Emperor let out a thunderous roar and leaped forward to battle the sub-primal Ruo. However, the fight quickly turned against it. The creature’s four powerful arms grabbed hold of its mane and slammed the Black Emperor to the ground. There remained a clear gap in strength between the two.
In desperation, Little Aunt burned her blood essence and struck the Eight Trigrams Furnace, sending its energy to aid the Black Emperor in battle.
Suddenly, Luo Ge grabbed Tan Qingying’s arm and said, “Transfer it to me.”
Tan Qingying looked at her in surprise.
Luo Ge continued, “Transfer her injuries to me.”
She had long known that Tan Qingying possessed the ability to transmute life and death, an art that allowed her to shift Little Aunt’s wounds and burdens onto another person. Luo Ge was willing to bear the injuries in her place. It was the only thing she could do now.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Tan Qingying nodded and placed one hand gently on Little Aunt’s back, while the other grasped Luo Ge’s wrist. The transference of injuries began.
Luo Ge let out a muffled groan, and blood immediately spilled from the corner of her lips. Yet she didn’t resist in the slightest. Instead, she channeled all her strength to endure it.
Tan Qingying carefully controlled the amount being transferred, ensuring that Luo Ge’s life wouldn’t be endangered. At the same time, she also began to shoulder part of Little Aunt’s pain herself.
Though Little Aunt was aware of what they were doing, she had no time to react. She could only focus on striking with the Eight Trigrams Furnace. A strange, multicolored sonic wave erupted from it, blasting straight toward the sub-primal Ruo.
Black Emperor roared in furious rage and lunged forward, sinking its fangs deep into the sub-primal Ruo’s neck. It was a desperate reversal, one final counterattack from the brink.