"Hmph! A malevolent spirit daring to harm someone in broad daylight, watch how I deal with you!"
Ye Wudao also snorted coldly, but he wasn't speaking to Pan Minghui. Instead, he was addressing the malevolent spirit that had taken control of Pan Minghui.
"Really? Then let's see how you plan to save him."
The malevolent spirit was infuriated by Ye Wudao, causing Pan Minghui, who was under its control, to struggle even more fiercely.
The environment under the overpass was extremely complex, making it impossible to place any inflatable airbags. Pan Yueming was struggling frantically, and Ye Wudao could only hold onto his arm with one hand.
In such a situation, Pan Yueming might fall at any moment, causing the onlookers nearby to scream continuously.
Several rescuers were putting on safety harnesses, preparing to be lowered down with ropes to secure Pan Yueming, but it was a risky operation and would take some time.