Mi Jian's immortal soul, already on the verge of collapse, widened its eyes once more. But in an instant, the light in his gaze vanished completely, leaving him dull and vacant.
After an unknown number of yin spirits burrowed into his immortal soul, it gradually returned to his body.
"Release him!"
As soon as Shi Miehang spoke, Ming Zhanyuan hastily withdrew his technique.
Mi Jian, left with only a mangled body, fell from the sky and sprawled limply in a pool of blood like a dead dog.
"Recover yourself first. Then begin searching for Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran's whereabouts."
Shi Miehang spoke casually.
Mi Jian in the pool of blood actually moved. He stood up stiffly, then blazing flames erupted from his body. His flesh was recovering, while the last traces of his vitality rapidly crumbled away, all of it consumed to restore himself.
A Near Dao Earth Immortal who had grasped the Mandate of Heaven had met such a miserable end in the hands of the Soul Devouring Clan.
No wonder even the Dark Hordes treated the Soul Devouring Clan with wary distance and loathed them to the extreme.
"If you let Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran escape again, this Young Ancestor will slaughter you."
Ming Cangmu fixed Shi Miehang with a cold stare.
Clearly, Mi Jian did not have many days left. Shi Miehang had nearly played him to death.
"Heh heh heh..."
"Ming Cangmu, do you lack confidence in yourself, or in this Young Ancestor?"
"As long as we see them once, even if they escape afterward, do you think you and I have no means to catch up with them again?"
"As long as they remain in the Upper Realm, how could they escape the senses of our two clans?"
"Besides, if we see them...