A flicker of delight crossed Xiao Yan's eyes. Finally found him.
He lowered his gaze to the silt piled at the bottom of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs, clenched his fist, and struck downward with little effort.
A vast swath of silt scattered, exposing four thick iron chains connected to the surrounding mountains. They looked impossible to budge.
And at the center of those four chains was... a lump of silt?
Recalling what he had read, Xiao Yan remembered that the lump of silt was Yao Ming himself.
He hurried forward and struck again with a little more force, scattering the silt.
As it fell away, Xiao Yan saw the man bound by the four chains. It was Yao Ming, the former clan leader of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan—the very man he had come to find.
The four thick chains held him so tightly that he could not move an inch. With no nourishment and the yin energy of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs constantly wearing him down, he was skin and bones, like a skeleton draped in a layer of loose skin. The sight was chilling.
Xiao Yan kept his distance. He could sense Yao Ming's formidable Two-Star Dou Saint cultivation.
Only the relentless corrosion of the springs' frigid energy had left a powerhouse of that level so weak.
Otherwise, Xiao Yan would never have dared approach him like this.
Yao Ming weakly opened his eyes. They bulged, almost popping from their sockets, and held a near-mad look. His voice was hoarse and cold, like a vengeful ghost risen from hell.
He stared at Xiao Yan and roared, "Save me! Save me! If you rescue me, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan will acknowledge you as its master!"
Xiao Yan's eyes lit up. That was exactly what he had