Gold Coin walked straight onto the altar. After glancing at Jiang Bei and Xuanyuan Wentian, he did not hesitate. He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
"Jiang Bei, we'll begin now."
Xuanyuan Wentian looked at Jiang Bei and spoke.
"Alright!"
Jiang Bei nodded heavily, holding his breath as his gaze remained fixed on Gold Coin atop the altar.
Xuanyuan Wentian did not hesitate either. His hands swiftly formed seals as he muttered an incantation.
At his urging, the entire altar suddenly began to shake, erupting with a crimson glow. The heavenly treasures floating in the air abruptly started spinning.
"Soul-Severing, activate!"
Xuanyuan Wentian suddenly shouted and fiercely pointed toward the center of the altar.
Boom!!
The altar shook violently once more. Then, the spinning heavenly treasures abruptly shattered, transforming into streams of radiant energy that surged madly into the altar.
Rumble!!
The next instant, strands of thread shot out from beneath the altar, spreading like a spiderweb as they swiftly wrapped around Gold Coin's seated body.
"Alright, Jiang Bei. All we need to do now is wait."
Xuanyuan Wentian said, "That Rage Soul holds absolute control within Gold Coin's body. Even with the Soul-Severing Ritual's help, driving it out of his body will not be easy."
"There shouldn't be any risk, right?"
Jiang Bei asked worriedly.
"This Soul-Severing Ritual was passed down by that Old City Lord. He had a unique understanding of the Heavenly Wrath Ancient Dragon, so there shouldn't be any problems. Besides..."
Xuanyuan Wentian paused, looked at Jiang Bei, and said bitterly, "We have no other way, do we? We can only make a desperate gamble and treat a dead horse as if it were alive."
Hearing this, Jiang Bei fell silent as well.
Indeed, even if the Soul-Severing Ritual carried risks, they had no better