Just as Moonlit pierced through Lu Boyue's brow, the black fireball that had been contending with Mu Yuyi's Soul-Locking Chain instantly exploded. Mu Yuyi's Soul-Locking Chain was blasted apart and sent spinning in all directions, while his soul suffered a tremendous shock.
Black sutras flowed forth at that moment, doing their utmost to stabilize Mu Yuyi's soul. Though he had anticipated this outcome and prepared in advance, keeping the Soul-Locking Chain as far from the black fireball as possible, the power of this portion of Lu Boyue's soul self-destructing was still terrifying. It nearly left Mu Yuyi's mind completely blank. If not for the protection of the Maha Sutra, this would truly have been a case of injuring the enemy by a thousand while harming himself by eight hundred.
Buzz!
The instant Mu Yuyi fell into a mental daze, a portion of the black tentacles rapidly drilled out from Lu Boyue's body and shot toward the other mass of black tentacles in the distance.
Unlike before, at the center of this mass of black tentacles, a clump of condensed black mist could vaguely be seen, bearing an exceedingly savage ghostly face.
This person was none other than the Sixth Prince!
He moved with incredible speed. After casting Mu Yuyi a venomous glance, the black mist, wrapped in tentacles, swiftly merged with the previous tentacles. Then his figure flashed, and he rushed toward the outside at top speed.
At this point, Mu Yuyi had yet to recover mentally. Both the puppets and the Tenseigan Statue required simple control from Mu Yuyi, and now that his soul was reeling, both had lost their ability to move. They could only watch helplessly as Lu Boyue fled.
Five or six breaths later, Mu Yuyi took a deep breath, his face pale. Supporting his forehead