"Senior Xiao Xuan, don't let me down!"
As Xiao Xuan rapidly pondered in his heart, Flowing Cloud's voice seemed to arrive ahead of time, entering his mind.
Upon hearing that voice, the hesitation in Xiao Xuan's eyes immediately vanished. His hand seals shifted swiftly, and a seemingly frail curtain of flame appeared before the Heavenly Tomb Soul's Soul Power strike.
Boom!
Though the suddenly formed curtain of flame appeared thin and weak, it blocked the Heavenly Tomb Soul's incomparably ferocious Soul Power strike.
After colliding with each other, the two forces dissipated together.
Meanwhile, Flowing Cloud, standing high in the air, and the terrifying black vortex formed through his Soul Devouring Art were completely unaffected. The Soul Origin within the Heavenly Tomb Soul's body was being absorbed by Flowing Cloud at an extremely rapid pace.
"Ah!"
"Xiao Xuan, you deserve to die!"
With its attack blocked by Xiao Xuan, the colossal face formed by the Heavenly Tomb Soul flew into a towering rage, its hatred for Xiao Xuan reaching its peak.
Although Flowing Cloud's Soul Devouring Art absorbed at an extremely fast rate, it would not have much of an effect on the Heavenly Tomb Soul in a short time. However, if this continued for long enough, the Heavenly Tomb Soul's strength would inevitably decline. At that point, it would be much easier for Flowing Cloud and Xiao Xuan to deal with it together.
The Heavenly Tomb Soul had also considered this outcome. After Xiao Xuan blocked its attack for Flowing Cloud, it went berserk once more, unleashing Soul Power strikes madly as it tried to break free from the restraints of Xiao Xuan's great formation.
Watching the Heavenly Tomb Soul struggle wildly, Xiao Xuan's expression turned grave as well. If the Heavenly Tomb Soul broke free from this formation,