Inside the black fog, on the Battle Soul Arena.
Yu Xiaotian broke free of the poison net and slowly rose to his feet, surveying his surroundings.
But under the black fog's shroud, his five senses had been completely suppressed.
Standing amid the black fog, he felt as though he were in an endless abyss of darkness.
"How is this possible? A control-type Soul Skill at the Soul Ancestor level can completely suppress my senses!"
Yu Xiaotian sounded astonished as he stumbled around like a headless fly.
Just then, countless black mist chains sprouted densely from Yu Xiaotian's body, forming a gigantic black cocoon that bound him in place in the blink of an eye.
Yu Xiaotian immediately began to struggle, using his powerful Soul Power to tear apart the mist cocoon around him.
But just as he was about to break free, a streak of purple light shot through the black fog and pierced his brow at a speed Yu Xiaotian couldn't detect.
Yu Xiaotian's mind instantly became a muddle. His vision went black, his Martial Soul vanished, and he collapsed to the ground.
A moment later, Yu Xiaogang emerged from the black fog and came to stand before Yu Xiaotian.
He reached out with his right hand and erased all the Mist Seeds on Yu Xiaotian's body. Then, with a wave of his hand, the black fog around them trembled. The entire black prison loosened and slowly began to dissipate.
Outside the Battle Soul Arena, the disciples fixed their eyes on the arena as the black prison began to dissolve.
The black fog gradually cleared, and two figures slowly came into view. One stood in the middle of the Battle Soul Arena, while the other lay on the ground before him.
Seeing that the match had been decided, the