"Has the Bloodline Curse Art flared up?"
Seeing this, Yi Tianqi's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly acted, using his mana to help his beloved wife dispel the "curse power" from her body.
But unfortunately, the source of the Bloodline Curse Art's "curse power" was the Sang Clan bloodline within Sang Yao. No matter how powerful his mana or how astonishing his healing secret arts were, once they fell upon Sang Yao's dharma body, they were like water poured into a sea of fire—unable to cure the root of the problem.
Should the mana he injected become too powerful, it would kill Sang Yao before the "curse power" did. After all, Sang Yao's dharma body and this "curse power" were inseparable.
"Yao'er! Quickly! Abandon your dharma body at once!"
"Only a Mahayana cultivator can undo this Bloodline Curse Art. If you delay any longer, you will surely die!" Yi Tianqi urgently called out.
The moment he finished speaking, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Without the slightest mercy, he reached forward and casually seized a Jiang Clan female cultivator aboard the tower ship, intending to use her to help Sang Yao complete a body replacement after possession.
The Jiang Clan cultivators were immediately furious, yet dared not speak.
At present, nearly all the Jiang Clan's Void Refinement higher-ups had gone out to deal with the Yu Family's Void Refinement cultivators and Wei Tu's group. The Jiang Clan cultivators remaining aboard the tower ship stood no more chance against Yi Tianqi than eggs striking a stone.
But—Yi Tianqi had still underestimated the terror of a Bloodline Curse Art personally planted by a Mahayana immortal.
The instant Sang Yao's Void Refinement nascent soul broke free of her original body, dense black runes identical to those on her dharma body instantly crawled over