Regardless of what price Yan Ji had paid, the power she was displaying now was already no weaker than Burning Cloud Ancient Buddha's. Perhaps this was merely a fraction of the might wielded by an Immortal Lord–level powerhouse in combat—enough to shake an entire region. Beneath that overwhelming power, Lu Xiaotian felt as though none of his abilities could be used with ease. His divine sense, dragon essence, and immortal essence were all suppressed from every direction. Though this power was not aimed directly at him, simply being within its reach was enough to affect him profoundly.
The pinpoint of azure light in the Shaking Heaven Mirror shot out beam after beam, stabbing toward the furnace.
"Kid, I'll open the furnace. You go in again," Yan Ji transmitted to Lu Xiaotian as she made her move.
"Go in again?" Just moments ago, he had escaped that place only because the aged dragon shadow had sacrificed thousands of dragon souls to get him out. And now Yan Ji wanted him to enter that cage once more.
"Stop whining. Who could have known that old bald donkey Burning Cloud had refined both the Heavenly Demon Zither's music and the dragon souls into those demonic flames? He's already showing signs of carving out a domain of his own. Once you're inside, use spatial power at once to guide my Boundary-Entering Batlight in. Then help me find the Demonic Bat Black Sun. I'll guide you to fight for the inheritance furnace, too. With your Primordial Spirit, you can hold him off for a little while. Otherwise, we're all dead."
Yan Ji looked overwhelmingly powerful, no weaker than Burning Cloud Ancient Buddha, but from the tone of her voice, Lu Xiaotian could hear more than a little desperation.
Seeing how urgent Yan Ji sounded, Lu