The strike missed, and the Soul-Devouring Scorpion beat its wings fiercely, turning into a gust of foul wind and vanishing.
Both the Eight-Winged Wind Centipede and the Soul-Devouring Scorpion possessed the bloodline of wind-attributed true dragons and were adept at wind escape techniques. Even the Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Mysterious Sun Sect had suffered a minor loss.
Han Changming seemed to think of something. Yellow light blazed across his body, and his facial features blurred.
In a flash of black light, the Soul-Devouring Scorpion abruptly appeared before Han Changming and released Soul-Hooking Forbidden Light once more.
Han Changming's body suddenly turned into countless yellow grains of sand that flew in every direction—the Dry Sun Free-Origin Art.
The Soul-Devouring Scorpion pounced at nothing. Furious and flustered, it let out a shrill hiss.
A flash of red light appeared, and a small red seal suddenly emerged above the Soul-Devouring Scorpion. The red seal radiated an astonishing spiritual aura; it was clearly a mid-grade spiritual treasure.
"Expand!"
After Wang Changyang's sharp shout, the red seal swelled enormously and sprayed out a beam of red radiance, enveloping the Soul-Devouring Scorpion as it smashed down.
Black light flared over the Soul-Devouring Scorpion's body as it spat out black poisonous flames. The black poisonous flames corroded a huge hole in the red radiance, which abruptly split apart and tore open.
The black poisonous flames struck the massive red seal, raising a plume of green smoke. The red seal's descent slowed, its spiritual light flickering incessantly.
A violent gale surged into the sky, sending the massive red seal flying backward. Its spiritual light dimmed, as though it had lost much of its spirituality.
Wang Changyang's heart ached at the sight.
"Watch out, Fellow Daoist Wang!"
Fang Yuruo's urgent voice rang in Wang Changyang's ears.
Wang Changyang