Lu Feng looked at the hundreds upon thousands of Soul Fire Sources Yue Long had poured into the space above in one go, his expression grave to the extreme.
Soul Power condensed over his hands as he directly unleashed the Wind Splitting Hand.
He thought that should those Soul Fire Sources be provoked into going berserk when he turned back, he would throw caution to the wind and use the Wind Splitting Hand to scatter his own soul aura, like splashing water to douse a fire, toward the approaching Soul Fire Sources.
He could only pray for a repeat of the earlier scene, where they scattered at the slightest touch.
Otherwise, he truly might die here.
Yue Long watched coldly as he steadily drew in the formation. He knew the nature of these Soul Fire Sources well. Stimulated by his Yin Moon Power, they could temporarily be regarded as clusters of tangible Heavenly Dao Soul Fire. Though they would endure for only an instant and possessed the force of just one strike, in sufficient numbers, they were by no means something an ordinary person could withstand.
Bai Wujiu and the others in the distance did not flee at once. Having reached a safe area, they watched Lu Feng being engulfed by the formation with faces full of horror, every one of them deeply worried.
Especially when they saw Yue Long draw the uncontrollable Soul Fire Sources from all around and pour them wholesale into that enormous blackish-gray urn, their faces stiffened in shock.
"What are we supposed to do!?" Huang Jingyin said helplessly. "If something happens to young friend Lu because of us, how are we supposed to explain it to the Young Valley Master afterward?"
The people beside him all wore grim expressions, equally at a loss.
Mo Dahai