Chapter 885: The Psychic Master 49

“Wan Wan, find somewhere to hide. I’ll deal with him,” He Tongyang said decisively.

Tang Wan hesitated.

But remembering that the Ghost King could suppress her completely, she finally nodded. “Alright… then be careful!”

If she stayed, she might only become a burden.

The next moment, He Tongyang charged forward again, confronting the Ghost King head-on and unleashing everything he had.

The battle dragged on for nearly an hour.

Spells clashed, black mist surged, and thunderous impacts echoed through the area. Gradually, it began to look like He Tongyang was gaining the upper hand.

Just as everyone started to relax—

The Ghost King suddenly roared.

Its aura surged violently, its entire body collapsing into a mass of dense black energy.

“I’ll kill you!”

It hadn’t expected that someone in this era could push it to such a state—almost destroying its path entirely.

Seeing this, Tang Wan’s heart tightened.

Without thinking, she rushed forward and threw her arms around He Tongyang.

At that exact moment, the Ghost King’s claw descended from above.

She tried to pull him away—

But her body froze.

It was as if an invisible mountain pressed down on her, locking her in place.

“Damn it! Why can’t I move?! Move!” Tang Wan clenched her teeth, holding onto him tightly.

But it was too late.

The massive claw slammed down, enveloping both of them.

A crushing force descended.

Tang Wan felt as if her entire soul was being torn apart.

“Tong Tong!”

She wrapped herself around him instinctively, shielding him with everything she had.

Inside, she was already cursing furiously—

Were they really going to die here?!

He Tongyang forced his eyes open, his strength nearly gone.

“Wan Wan… run…” he said weakly.

But before anything else could happen—

A voice rang out.

“He Tongyang, hold on! I’m coming!”

Zhou Fang rushed in, talisman in hand, cutting through the black mist.

The next second, he activated it.

The Purple Thunder Talisman ignited.

Lightning roared.

A bolt of violet-blue thunder tore through the sky, slamming directly into the Ghost King.

At this moment, the Ghost King was already weakened—no longer able to withstand such power.

But—

Neither were Tang Wan and He Tongyang.

The lightning struck.

Tang Wan felt a violent current surge through her body, instantly shattering her three souls and seven spirits.

Tang Wan: “???”

What the hell?!

Were you here to finish off the Ghost King—or to take us down with it?!

Scheming male lead!

MMP!!!

But no matter how much she raged internally—

It was useless.

Her consciousness faded.

The next moment—

She was back in the familiar white space.

Tang Wan stood there, stunned for a second before her anger exploded.

“Little Cutie! What was that?! Was he doing it on purpose?!”

“When Tong Tong was fighting earlier, that guy stood there doing nothing! And then at the end he jumps in and kills both of us?! What kind of move is that?!”

Little Cutie replied cautiously, “Host… this should be an accident…”

“An accident?” Tang Wan let out a cold laugh. “You expect me to believe that?”

In the end, not only had she failed to change He Tongyang’s fate—

She’d even gotten dragged down with him.

Brilliant.

Absolutely brilliant.

Seeing her on the verge of exploding, Little Cutie hesitated… then quietly reported the situation to the main system.

Because right now—

Her mood was clearly about to blow past safe limits.