After a moment of silence.
"Let's go!"
Wei Yang and his two disciples lightly tapped their toes against the ground, slowly rising into the air as they faced off from afar against the Soul Clan's remaining three Demon Saints and Soul Void.
The pressure they faced was not much less than that facing the Yao Clan.
After all, the three of them alone, without even making a move, had tied down four of the Soul Clan's high-level Dou Sheng combatants.
Of course, that so-called pressure would indeed have been somewhat of an issue if Wei Yang were still a Seven Star Dou Sheng.
At this moment, Wei Yang appeared calm on the surface, but turbulent currents raged within him as he continued desperately refining the medicinal power of that Quasi Golden Pill.
Though both sides had secretly locked onto one another from afar, neither chose to strike first.
Wei Yang's side wanted to stall, and the Soul Clan was in no hurry either.
"So he's Wei Yang? He truly is no ordinary man. I can actually faintly sense considerable pressure from him," Soul Flame said softly.
"In the end, we were careless in one respect, allowing this fish that slipped through the net to grow completely right under our noses." Soul Mirror frowned.
"Though we were indeed negligent, one cannot deny that this boy's growth rate has simply been too fast!" Hun Sha said helplessly.
Wei Yang's period of growth had coincided precisely with the point when the Soul Clan had focused all their attention on the Ancient Imperial Clans. He had seized the opportunity to rise in one stroke, so quickly that they had barely been able to react.
Every time they received new information, Wei Yang's strength had undergone an earth-shaking change.
He was practically different every day,