"Damn it..."
Zhuo Jie cursed under his breath.
Such a bizarre scene made Wang Yu's heart leap as well. He had been wrong; that definitely was not something left behind by his ancestors.
As the Yellow Springs Great Handprint pressed down, Zhuo Yu continued repeating what he had just said. His body took the initiative to meet it, and the clothes on his body turned into a puddle of filthy water.
He collapsed onto the ground, no longer making a sound. Wang Yu circulated his Grand Yin Nether Eye and saw everything clearly.
The Yellow Springs Handprint had merely dissolved his clothes and melted away the magic power protecting his body. The true cause of his death was the shattering of his soul; that yin-filled Soul Fire had been the first to be extinguished.
The other man, Zhuo Jie, recognized Wang Yu's method.
He used a Low-Grade Magic Treasure to forcibly bore a hole through the edge of the Turbid Flow Great Hand, then transformed his body into a streak of light with an escape technique and passed through it.
His combat experience was clearly quite abundant.
But using it this way directly crippled that magic treasure, nearly dropping it to the Second Tier. It truly deserved its reputation as one of the divine power techniques cultivators hated most.
Its power did not seem especially great, but the damage it inflicted upon magic treasures was enough to make one's heart ache until they could not breathe. Fortunately, Zhuo Jie had responded properly; it had not been his Life-Bound Magic Treasure.
"You beasts of Yellow Springs Temple, you dare ambush disciples of the Zhuo Clan—you're courting death!"
Something was wrong!
Terribly, utterly wrong!
Yet with the enemy charging toward him, Wang Yu transformed into an aurora and fled toward the passage