The drifting snowflakes fell in front of the two, and a look of relief flashed across Wu Jiu's face. He knew he was defeated and quietly awaited death.

His situation was the same as A Shui's. Facing Madam Lü, there was no room for maneuver. However, the sword strike from Wen Chaoshen that shattered the darkness had dealt him a severe blow, leaving him completely unable to resist Madam Lü, whose strength was already above his.

Madam Lü lightly tapped Wu Jiu's forehead with her index finger, and an invisible ripple spread out swiftly.

Heavy thuds echoed from the eaves and courtyard walls.