"Soul Hall?"
"Let's go take a look."
Xiao Yi Xian took his hand. With a flash, the two vanished from where they stood.
Qing Lin blinked and hurriedly followed.
Deep within the Blood Fire Hall, before a secret chamber sealed away by layer upon layer of spatial power.
Xiao Yi Xian raised her hand and gave it a light wave.
The silver light curtain shrouding the chamber rippled slightly, splitting open into a doorway.
The three of them stepped inside.
The chamber was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a cold, sinister aura.
At the center of the chamber, a black figure was firmly imprisoned by invisible spatial power, like an insect trapped in amber, utterly unable to move.
He was a middle-aged man in a black robe, his face deathly pale and his aura feeble.
Strange blood-red patterns were embroidered onto his black robe, radiating an unsettling chill.
A Soul Hall Protector.
Liu Bai stepped forward and looked down at him.
At this moment, the Soul Hall Protector was barely clinging to life.
Though Xiao Yi Xian had spared his life, the casual imprisonment of a Half-Saint was already unbearable pressure for a four-star Dou Zong.
His aura had weakened to the extreme, his eyes unfocused. He did not even have the strength to struggle.
"Spare... spare me..."
His voice was hoarse and thick with fear.
"Lord Saint... I... I am a Soul Hall Protector... Please spare my life..."
Liu Bai ignored his pleas.
He stepped forward, extended a hand, and pressed it directly atop the Soul Hall Protector's head.
"Urgh—!"
The Soul Hall Protector shuddered violently, his eyes widening in terror.
He wanted to struggle, wanted to resist, but the spatial power binding him was far too terrifying. He could not move even a finger.
He