Yellow Springs Demonic Saint 2

"Heaven Rank Middle Grade Dou Technique, Yellow Springs Palm?"

Feeling the space around him grow somewhat viscous, Wei Yang's gaze shifted. In a flash, he arrived before the giant palm, bent forward, and struck down with one hand.

An enormous Black Flame palm imprint appeared, clashing violently with the massive yellow hand reaching toward him.

Boom!

A powerful soul storm instantly swept outward.

The black and yellow palms both disintegrated and vanished.

"Yellow Springs Demonic Saint, show yourself. These tricks are not enough to deal with us."

After each exchanging a move with the Yellow Springs Demonic Saint, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan stood in the air, their gazes fixed on the distance. Their calm voices echoed through this space like thunder.

Rumble~

The moment their voices fell, a mountain suddenly burst through the ground not far ahead, rising with a thunderous roar.

At last, it stood towering, level with Wei Yang and Xiao Yan.

At the summit of the mountain stood an enormous throne. Upon it sat a figure in a yellow fur robe, upright and still.

An aura that made even heaven and earth tremble slowly spread from his body.

"Young ones, this is not a place you should have come to. Leave."

His indifferent voice carried a terrifying pressure that struck directly at the soul, slowly entering their ears.

Under that voice, faint ripples spread across the surfaces of Wei Yang and Xiao Yan's Soul Bodies.

Neither spoke. They merely stared intently at the yellow figure seated upon the throne. After a moment, both smiled faintly.

Xiao Yan cupped his hands slightly and said with a smile, "Senior, you may once have been a peak expert of this world, but now, you are merely a lingering obsession guarding this place, a remnant soul left behind in the