Beyond the Eastern Emperor Hall, inside its main hall.
Xiao Yang, who had been floating in midair, suddenly shuddered. Blood slowly trickled from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
His face had turned as pale as paper, utterly bloodless, and the Life Force within him was draining away at a terrifying rate.
Across from him, the Corpse Ancestor stood just as still, but the aura of death surrounding him grew stronger and more terrifying by the moment.
Clearly, in their clash on the soul level, Xiao Yang had fallen completely behind.
"Yang'er!"
Xiao Wuji had just freed himself from the rubble of the hall wall. Seeing Xiao Yang in this state, he was frantic with worry!
He was covered in blood, his aura feeble. Clearly, he had been gravely injured by the Corpse Ancestor's attack just moments ago.
But he couldn't spare a thought for his own injuries. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on his son, his heart filled with boundless worry and self-reproach.
He knew his son was locked in the most perilous kind of soul battle. One false move, and he would be doomed forever!
And yet there was nothing he could do!
He couldn't interfere in a battle fought on the soul level!
"Argh! You old monster, get out of there!"
Xiao Wuji let out a desperate roar and furiously attacked the Corpse Ancestor's unresponsive body. But every strike was like a stone sinking into the sea, easily dissolved by the dense Death Qi.
Was there really no way?
Could he only watch helplessly as this monster devoured his son's soul and took over his body?
Just as Xiao Wuji's heart filled with despair and helplessness—
Rumble!
A violent spatial fluctuation suddenly erupted from the enormous hole in the hall's ceiling, where the coffin lid had crashed