The Road Remained Long and Steep

The circular platform, narrow path, and bottomless abyss all matched the scene in Liu Xiaoxiao's memories.

This was Hell Road. At this moment, he was the only one here; there was no one else around, including Zhang Shiwen, who should have appeared alongside him.

The phantom of Xiezhi silently emerged, shielding him from the blood-red glow around them. Liu Xiaoxiao did not set off immediately, instead falling into thought.

His soul ring skills could not be used, but he did not rely on them much anyway. After all, he had Soul Bone Skills and could fly directly out of Hell Road.

As Liu Xiaoxiao considered this and examined himself internally, his expression suddenly changed.

The Soul Power within his body had been completely sealed. Forget flying—even mobilizing his Soul Power was impossible.

In other words, aside from releasing his martial soul to slightly strengthen his physique, his only reliance was Spiritual Power. Even most of his hidden weapons could not be used.

But he did not have the Spiritual Eye Martial Soul now. What use was Spiritual Power alone, aside from directly launching mental attacks through the Purple Demon Eyes? Moreover, the Spirit Impact of his Purple Demon Eyes was only a single-target attack.

With his Soul Power sealed, his Soul Tools were effectively useless as well. Everything was in the worst possible state.

Liu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and decided to try breaking the seal on his Soul Power. Otherwise, he would not have the slightest chance of succeeding.

Zhang Shiwen was unconscious now, and he could not be sure whether there would be another chance to start over. If he fell too, then it would truly all be over.

Time passed bit by bit. Liu Xiaoxiao tried many methods, but he could never undo the seal on