The enormous fire disk spread out, and its terrifying impact and scorching heat forced the Soul Hall Vice Hall Master to retreat. This gave Old Ancestor Huoyun and the others the chance to leave.
Dozens of breaths later, as the terrifying shockwaves gradually subsided, the Soul Hall Vice Hall Master steadied himself once more. He looked somewhat disheveled, but his injuries were not too serious. At the very least, his aura had not weakened much.
That was normal. When experts fought, it was either a one-hit kill or a constant search for openings, wearing each other down to see who would collapse first.
Victory and defeat were never decided by prolonged exchanges. They could be determined in an instant, and clearly, that moment had not yet arrived.
Xiao Yan had been suppressed for so long, yet he was still lively and kicking. That was perfectly normal.
Still, it would be soon.
"Brat, since you were kind enough to send them away, then stay behind yourself!" The Soul Hall Vice Hall Master swept his gaze across the battlefield. By now, the mountain range had been more than half destroyed by their terrifying battle, leaving devastation everywhere. Their stronghold had naturally been leveled, and nearly all the Soul Hall members had died. There was no longer any trace that buildings had once stood here.
Seeing all this, the Soul Hall Vice Hall Master was naturally furious. He stared coldly at Xiao Yan. "Now let's see what other tricks you have."
"Myriad Soul Lock...!"
With a sharp cry, Black Mist surged around the Soul Hall Vice Hall Master. Countless pitch-black chains shot forth again, rushing toward Xiao Yan, while his figure flickered as he swiftly closed the distance.
Facing the rapidly approaching Soul Hall Vice Hall Master, Xiao Yan's face was pale. Flames