The golden little seal in the air blazed brilliantly, while the white Flying Needle suddenly dimmed.
Ji Song felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and could not help but be greatly alarmed. Knowing that his soul had been seriously injured, he thought to himself, I never expected this superior-grade soul art to be so terrifyingly powerful!
This time, he did not dare delay in the slightest. How could he care whether his soul would suffer grievous damage? He immediately transformed into a streak of azure light and tried to flee from Yan Chihuo's sea of consciousness. But at that moment, the golden little seal spun round and round in the air, and the white Flying Needles instantly turned transparent before vanishing into nothingness.
The azure light trembled in midair before falling back down. Ji Song knew that his injuries this time were anything but light. If he could not escape at once, he would surely be in danger of perishing.
Ji Song transformed into an azure streak again. At that moment, the golden little seal flashed once more, casting down a swath of golden radiance that enveloped the azure light he had become.
Yan Chihuo was just about to form a hand seal when Ji Song's streak of azure light shuddered and split into thirteen streaks that flew outward. Yan Chihuo was startled. With a sweep of golden light, he caught twelve of the azure streaks, yet one still escaped.
Yan Chihuo had not expected his opponent to possess such an ability. He silently cried out in alarm. Though he had won a sweeping victory in the sea of consciousness, his physical body was still trapped by the other party. Even if only a remnant soul had escaped, so long as it retained even a trace of magical