When they saw Yao Emperor's slightly translucent figure tremble faintly, his body swaying like a candle flame amid the howling winds high in the sky, Xiao Yan and Yao Wan immediately grew worried.
"Hah—"
Only after a long while did Yao Emperor let out a pained gasp, laced with intense agony, before gradually coming back to his senses.
"Senior Yao Emperor, are you all right?"
Xiao Yan frowned slightly. With their current powers of perception, they could naturally sense just how violent the reaction of the Divine Soul before them was.
It made Yao Emperor's Divine Soul, as it sensed its original body, seem as though it were suffering some unbearable pain.
"I'm fine..."
Yao Emperor lowered his head slightly, then shook it. "It's just... just..."
He pressed a hand to his chest. Even the Divine Soul itself began to distort slightly, as though it might scatter apart at any moment.
It hurt so much that he could barely breathe.
"Can you still hold on?"
Yao Wan spoke slowly, but the situation did not look optimistic in the slightest.
She could not help raising her hand and pressing her palm against the center of Yao Emperor's back, forcibly pulling him free from his current state of agony.
Yao Emperor's Divine Soul abruptly became far more illusory. Countless strands of soul power began to dissipate, and Xiao Yan hurriedly raised his hand to gather them all back. Even so, Yao Emperor's Divine Soul became markedly weaker in the blink of an eye.
"Hah..."
"Was it still too much after all?"
Yao Wan could not help sighing. Though she had expected Yao Emperor's attempt to be fraught with danger, she had not imagined it would be this perilous.
"...Was it because he experienced death all over again?"
Xiao Yan crouched down and