Lu Yin's expression changed. Was this guy dead?
Chen Le thought so too. He hadn't never considered forcing the door open—in fact, he'd tried. He had slammed into it with all his Monarch Qi, only to be badly injured and spend a year in seclusion. When the power from Mu Xie struck this time, he'd thought he was about to be torn to pieces.
Mu Xie's expression was grave. "It really is formidable." As he spoke, the Evil Sarira inside Chen Le suddenly split: one became two, two became three, and three became nine. Nine identical Evil Sariras circled one another, and from the center of their wicked aura came the vast tolling of a bell, carrying a sense of holiness and unfathomable mystery.
Chen Le felt it most keenly. The bell's toll seemed to ring right beside his ears.
The sound came from the wicked aura striking the Evil Sarira.
As the nine Evil Sariras appeared, they formed a ring of light and slammed forward.
Pfft!
Chen Le spat out blood. This time, he truly felt his body being torn to pieces.
Mu Xie stared inside Chen Le. The door had shattered.
The ring of light formed by the Evil Sarira had shattered too.
"Only a remnant of power, yet it managed to cancel out my Evil Sarira. That person must have left that power behind casually, and yet it was enough to kill an Ancestral Realm expert. Junior Brother, we must not provoke him." Mu Xie was shaken.
Lu Yin was even more shocked. "Senior Brother, your Evil Sarira was canceled out? What will you do now?"
"It's fine. I'll just form another one," Mu Xie replied.
Was that really possible?
The Evil Sarira was Mu Xie's Ancestor World. If an Ancestor World could be restored after shattering,