The little figure suddenly vanished from where it stood, then reappeared elsewhere within the sea of consciousness.
Yan Chihuo gave an astonished "Eh?" He found it rather strange. The Soul-Seizing Seal was a high-grade soul technique capable of locking onto its target. Only someone with overwhelming strength or soul power could break free of its lock.
Whether in strength or soul power, this Zhang Wuhen was inferior to Yan Chihuo, yet he had somehow escaped the lock. It was simply inconceivable.
The little figure's face was filled with panic. He had intended to hook a big fish, only to catch a shark large enough to swallow him whole. He cried, "Hold on! Don't attack yet!"
How could Yan Chihuo possibly listen? The Soul-Seizing Seal swept out another roll of golden light, and the little figure dodged it again. Several times in a row, he evaded the seal's golden radiance, but his movements grew slower and slower.
Seeing this, Yan Chihuo secretly thought, So this technique of his consumes soul power as well. He pointed at the Soul-Seizing Seal in the air, and it immediately emitted seven streams of golden light that shot toward different positions. The little figure had just dodged and revealed himself when a nearby beam of golden light swept him up.
Still unwilling to give up, the little figure cried, "I possess countless secrets. Use the Soul Searching Technique..." As he shouted, he tried to think of what lies to make up, but before those thoughts could even turn over in his mind, he knew nothing more.
Why would Yan Chihuo care to hear any of his secrets? With the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, he could uncover eighty or ninety percent of any secret. Why would he waste his thoughts competing with this little figure in wits over