Just as Chifeng was plunging into despair, Si Ren hurled the Soul-Gathering Lock, snagging the hilt of the sword.
Carried by momentum, his body involuntarily tilted forward. Fortunately, this managed to slow the flying sword down.
Channeling every ounce of strength he had, Si Ren fought to control the Soul-Gathering Lock, his face turning beet red.
Chapter 201