"Where did they go?"
"They all died, of course!" Wang Xuan sneered.
"Insolence!"
"How dare you!"
Before the words had faded, Source God flung his wings wide. His golden feathers stood on end, each tip spewing a stream of golden source qi toward Wang Xuan like a volley of ten thousand arrows. Yet these were no physical arrows, but patterns of order condensed entirely from source power, interweaving into a vast golden net that descended over his head.
Runes flowed across the net, stirring the source qi lingering in the mine tunnel. The rock walls hummed in resonance on every side, as though the entire tunnel had ignited, becoming a makeshift Source Arts formation for entrapment and slaughter.
At the same time, Source Ghost abruptly dissolved into a cloud of dense black mist, his crimson eyes flickering within it like two ghostly flames.
He opened his mouth and spat a column of pitch-black source qi. It rapidly took shape in midair, becoming a chain woven from black source patterns. It slithered like a living creature, silently winding out of the shadows toward Wang Xuan's feet.
Wherever the chain passed, gray patches appeared on the rock walls, as though even the stone had been drained of vitality. This was Source Ghost's unique "Source-Devouring Art," specializing in devouring the Ancient Mine's source qi and dissolving living beings' primordial spirits.
The golden source net sealed off the space above, while the black chain coiled around the lower half. The two streams of source qi, one yin and one yang, intertwined and resonated, forming a miniature yin-yang strangulation Source Formation within the narrow tunnel.
Source God and Source Ghost each retreated three feet, hovering on either side of the formation's core. Their four eyes fixed coldly on Wang Xuan, as though looking at a