"Hah~ Hah~"
Daoist Shan Yuan took in far more air than he breathed out at this moment, and massive amounts of blood gushed from his throat as he gazed at Yang Wunian, hoping the latter could save him.
Yet no one could save him, nor was anyone able to save him.
He had been ambushed from behind by Celestial Demon Senran, whose claw shattered the protective true qi outside his body before snatching his heart right into the palm of his hand.
This seemingly simple move was actually an extremely formidable sealing technique.
The black demonic qi lingering at Celestial Demon Senran's fingertips surged forth violently the instant his palm pierced into Shan Yuan's body, sealing Shan Yuan's divine soul, breath, blood, and essence entirely, binding them firmly within his human frame.
Yes, Shan Yuan's divine soul could not leave his body, and the Dharmic power within could not be mobilized. Even his divine body was incapable of healing those physical wounds at this time.
Yang Wunian watched this scene unfold, a look of despair and decadence welling up across his face.
He never expected Celestial Demon Senran to turn traitor so swiftly, a realization that caused thousands of metaphorical grass-mud horses to gallop across his inner heart.
The very second Shan Yuan was struck, Yang Wunian's body violently retreated, widening the distance between him and Wang Ming's group.
Yang Wunian appeared beside Celestial Destiny Daoist, unleashing a single palm strike as vast Dharmic power poured outward, sending Yin Zhong flying.
With anxious expression, he said, "Let's hurry and leave!"
Celestial Destiny Daoist cast a sidelong glance at the already subdued Shan Yuan, understanding deeply in his heart that the grand trend was lost; they no longer possessed the strength to contend head-on.
The only workable plan now was to