Thud!
Bang!
Crack!
The Soul Pressure kept pouring out, growing stronger by the moment.
Su Ye clearly heard heavy thuds behind him.
People were collapsing, unable to withstand the Soul Pressure any longer.
Soon, two more bodies hit the ground behind him.
Shi Yan and Ning Shanshan.
Even they could no longer hold on.
Ahead, Su Jinghong and the others were barely enduring it.
At that moment, forget slaying the demon. Staying on their feet took every ounce of strength they had.
Sister Jiuyou!
Su Ye called out to Lan Jiuyou in his mind.
"Ah."
Lan Jiuyou's sigh sounded by his ear.
"Su Kid, what trouble have you gotten into this time? If I'd known going out with you meant running into so much... Wait, is that Heavenly King Level Soul Pressure? You picked a fight with a Heavenly King? Then stop struggling and wait to die."
With that, Lan Jiuyou made to retreat into the Silver Mirror.
Su Ye was far too good at finding trouble. He had not even formed a Divine Core, yet he had dared provoke a Heavenly King Level opponent—a Demon God Level powerhouse.
Even if Lan Jiuyou could help him deal with it, she no longer felt like lifting a finger.
Who knew whether another one would show up afterward?
She was just a Weapon Spirit, not a genie.
"Sister Jiuyou, it is Heavenly King Level pressure, but the Heavenly King himself isn't here."
At Su Ye's reminder, Lan Jiuyou took a closer look and nodded.
"Oh, it's just a wisp of a Demon God's clone. That Demon God is rather accomplished in matters of the soul. Even his clone can wield the Soul Pressure of his true body. Interesting, very interesting."
Even Lan Jiuyou had met few who had taken their study of