Guo Yi, the True Immortal, saw the True Lords each busy with their own affairs, with no one showing any concern for that Golden Core cultivator's life or death. He froze again. Could it be... that Golden Core cultivator isn't as important as I imagined?
No, that wasn't it! The next moment, he shook his head and cast aside the speculation.
No matter how unimportant that Golden Core cultivator might be, since they were traveling together, someone should have cared about him, right?
Unless... that Golden Core cultivator had something unusual about him, or some other backing! The thought actually sent a chill through him.
Just then, someone shouted, "Where do you think you're running? If I really let you get away... where would that leave my dignity as a True Lord?"
Guo Yi turned his head and discovered that Tian Xiang, the True Immortal, was firmly clutched in a giant hand. The hand's owner was none other than his former friend, Fellow Daoist Xiong, whom he had thought to be a Spirit-Release Venerable.
As for the collapsed space, it was simply too horrible to look at. Blood mist filled the air, accompanied by a thick burnt stench. No one dared imagine what had happened inside.
Yet Xuanyuan Buqi seemed to sense something. A cold smile touched his lips, and instead of continuing to inspect the space, he raised a hand and tossed out a black gauze net, tightly trapping Qian Xi, the True Immortal, within it.
Only then did he look at Guo Yi, the True Immortal, and speak with a faintly mocking smile. "The Ten-Thousand Soul Forest's divine ability... you haven't cultivated it well enough."
Guo Yi simply withdrew his hand and looked at him blandly. "Senior, as a Spirit Severing Great Lord, do you find it very