"Pu—" The instant Three Fiends Saintly Venerable seized Tang Furen's nascent soul, a mouthful of essence blood suddenly sprayed from his lips as well. His body trembled, and Three Fiends Saintly Venerable collapsed onto the stone ground.
Three Fiends Saintly Venerable had been far from as relaxed as he appeared.
When the enormous soul power generated by the detonation of the soul treasure swept over him, it had been no minor danger for Three Fiends Saintly Venerable, who had only just regained consciousness.
Caught in the rampaging energy, he had plummeted toward the mountain stream outside the cave. Then the icy gale had howled in, making things even worse for Three Fiends Saintly Venerable, who was already in a perilous situation.
In such circumstances, Three Fiends Saintly Venerable had also been seized by immense fear.
He had already become terrified of the bottom of the mountain stream. What he had encountered there before had been the closest brush with death he had experienced since gaining sentience. Even with his own ice-attribute divine abilities, he had found the incomparably frigid energy difficult to withstand.
If he fell into it again, his death would be the only possible outcome.
The previous time he had fallen into the mountain stream, it had been because Ye Hua had ambushed him, leaving him briefly unconscious. This time, although his condition was difficult to compare with what it had been then, he had at least remained conscious.
As his magic power surged wildly within him, he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of essence blood. A flash of blood-colored light wrapped around his body, and streaks of profoundly arcane incantations flashed before merging into it. As the incantation art within him moved at full speed, Three Fiends Saintly Venerable, who had been shooting downward,