Mao Tu's death further shook Wei Yang and Xu Gou as they fled.
The Seventh Prince and the main force of the Deep Abyss Nether Clan had them pinned down. Neither could escape for the moment.
A savage look flashed across Wei Yang's face. With a palm strike, he drove back the Seventh Prince and the many Nether clansmen blocking his path.
Wei Yang formed a sword with two fingers and swiftly struck seven points on his body.
Seven bursts of force entered him, forcing the phantom of a purple evil ram out of his body.
This was the divine soul of an evil ram at the Ascendant stage, which Wei Yang had once refined into his body through a stroke of good fortune.
For Wei Yang, who practiced an evil ram cultivation art, this divine soul was no less effective than an Ascendant Crystal.
It had all but guaranteed that he would one day reach the Ascendant stage.
The evil ram's divine soul had long since fused with his own.
Now that Wei Yang had forcibly severed it with a secret art, he had lost more than a treasure equivalent to an Ascendant Crystal.
He had also inflicted a grievous, nearly irreparable injury on his own divine soul.
With his life hanging in the balance, Wei Yang could no longer afford to care.
As long as he survived, he would have a chance to recover any losses.
If he died, none of it would matter.
The moment he split off the evil ram's divine soul, Wei Yang's cultivation began to plummet.
In the blink of an eye, he fell from Great Perfection of the late Soul Transformation stage straight to the early Soul Transformation stage.
Wei Yang cast a hate-filled glance at the pursuing Third Prince, then pointed at