Watching Yingyu swell to an enormous size, despair showed on the faces of the Heavenly Palace disciples.
They had never heard of such a method and had no idea how to deal with it!
"I'm going to kill him!"
Mo Yijian suddenly spoke after remaining silent for a long while.
Although everyone understood that today's situation was a joint scheme by the Youxiong Clan and the Shen Nong Clan, he was the cause of the entire incident.
Mo Yijian had been silent from the beginning, saying nothing as he slaughtered Yingyu. He was carrying considerable psychological pressure.
Seeing Ji Changjin grow more and more arrogant, Mo Yijian finally could not hold himself back.
The source of everything lay with Ji Changjin. These altars and Yingyu were clearly under his control as well.
Aside from destroying the altars or escaping the walls' encirclement, killing Ji Changjin was indeed another path. But with Ji Changjin surrounded by layer upon layer of Yingyu, how could he be killed so easily?
"Don't be impulsive, Junior Brother Yijian!"
"Ji Changjin must be on guard against us!"
"..."
Gao Qizheng and the others hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
But Mo Yijian could not hear anyone's advice now. A cold, sharp aura seeped from the surface of his Yang Soul.
Mo Yijian had the temperament of a child. Though somewhat aloof, he had never lost his temper after coming up the mountain. This time, he was truly enraged.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Yijian's figure drifted forward. Without the slightest hesitation, he charged straight toward Ji Changjin.
"Junior Brother Yijian!"
"He's going to his death!"
"Who's going to bring him back?"
A chorus of shrieks erupted from the Heavenly Palace disciples.
No matter how formidable Mo Yijian's soul strength was, how could he possibly survive the assault of countless Yingyu?