Suddenly, something coiled around Yao Zhu’s waist, yanking her out of the suffocating horde of demons. Clutching Xuan Yu tightly, Yao Zhu gasped in relief and looked toward the source of the vine that had saved her. Ah, isn’t that…? Before she could finish the thought, the vine around her waist shook violently. Startled, she looked down and saw that…