"Hmph, and you still dare say you're fine? Today, I'll show you what I'm capable of!" Seeing Hu Liena's concern for Long Yun, Yan's anger flared even more. He temporarily forgot the pain in his hand, and his gaze toward Long Yun was filled with coldness.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Magma Tumult!" Yan's fourth Soul Ring suddenly lit up. At the same time, he punched the ground, making the massive Battle Stage tremble. The originally silver-white metal stage instantly turned dark red, as though it had become a world of magma. Magma surged across the stage, and the temperature rose sharply.
"Xiao Yun, be careful!" Hu Liena immediately shouted when she saw Yan use his Fourth Soul Skill. Xie Yue's expression also turned serious. "What exactly is Yan doing? He's even used his Fourth Soul Skill. If something happens, let's see how he explains it to Your Holiness the Pope," Xie Yue muttered. Soul Power surged through his body as well. If anything happened to Long Yun, he would act immediately. Nothing could happen to him, or Yan would be in serious trouble.
He had known Yan for several years and had some feelings for him. Naturally, he did not want to see anything happen to Yan.
Hearing Hu Liena's warning, Long Yun hurriedly turned around. Seeing Yan's fourth Soul Ring light up, his gaze sharpened. A fourth Soul Ring was at least three or four thousand years old, so its power would not be simple. Judging by the scale of Yan's Soul Skill, it was definitely formidable.
Looking at the magma-like ground, Long Yun had a bad feeling. He did not know the exact effect of Yan's Soul Skill, but his instincts told him not to remain on the ground.
With a thought, the clothes on Long Yun's back began