"..."
"N-no more, no more. If this keeps up, my rings might crack."
Sensing his spirit dim, Su Mutian's true body also grew somewhat weak. If he allowed Ah Yin to keep drawing his Soul Power, it would cause him tremendous harm.
Ah Yin's true plant body had now grown from its originally short state into something like a small tree. She heard the pretty big sister... no, the good-looking big brother Diga begging for mercy.
Her Blue Silver Vines danced lightly. The spirit rings within Su Mutian's spirit differed enormously, yet when mixed together, they produced a wondrous effect.
And hidden among them was a trace of power others did not possess. It was the power of deities, yet not the Power of Gods, a feeling somewhere between Soul Power and divine power.
Just absorbing that tiny bit took Ah Yin most of the time, while the ordinary Soul Power was very quickly devoured completely.
Su Mutian felt drained.
Yes, that was right, drained the way I'd be after being wrung dry by a fairy wife.
At this moment.
Under Qian Jixun's relentless pursuit, the Three-Colored Deer had nowhere left to flee. With one powerful strike of the Angel Sword, he pierced through the night that covered the sky...
"Wail. This sword will not end your life. I will take you back to Spirit Hall and pen you up as a ten-thousand-year soul beast waiting to be slaughtered."
Qian Jixun beat the wings of his Six-Winged Angel, a massive phantom of the Angel Spirit behind him as he looked down on all living things.
"Roar—!"
The Five-Colored Deer's enormous body appeared in an instant, blocking in front of the Three-Colored Deer. The massive golden sword pierced straight through her body.
Crimson blood spilled from the wound. The holy sword