Almost in an instant, Nian Xinghe's pale face flushed blood-red. With a furious roar, astonishing Soul Power and spiritual power fluctuations surged from his body at the same time. The Soul Power and spiritual power rising around him began circulating in a terrifying inward-collapse manner in the blink of an eye.
"I'll handle them. Run!" Nian Xinghe roared, his eyes filled with madness.
Deputy Cult Master Yao Sen, who had just landed, sneered at the sight. "Self-destruction? If you, a sixth-layer Pulse Forging Realm martial artist, blew yourself up against me alone, it might have some effect.
"But open your dog eyes and look. There are three late-stage Palace Opening Realm Kings beside me! Before them, your self-destruction is no different from a dung beetle that can be crushed underfoot!"
The corner of Nian Xinghe's mouth twitched violently, but he showed no intention of giving up. He merely shouted at Ye Zhen, "Go! I can only buy you a few breaths of time..."
Before Nian Xinghe could finish, his expression suddenly froze. An incomparably vast, flood-like force rushed straight into his body. In an instant, it forcibly blasted his nearly boiling spiritual power back into his dantian.
It also intercepted, in an overbearing manner, the Soul Power he had already sent toward his dantian, forcibly halting his self-destruction.
"You..."
Nian Xinghe looked at Ye Zhen's hand resting on his shoulder. That flood-like power had come from Ye Zhen.
"Don't rush. Watch carefully!"
With a soft shout, Ye Zhen looked at the rather smug Yao Sen. "Vice Cult Master Yao, I didn't realize it. We've only been apart a short while, yet your skill at plotting against people has improved?"
Yao Sen clasped his hands with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Nothing special, nothing special. Heh, it was