Chu Yang knew without asking that a high-level being like Huan Huan was undoubtedly proud and arrogant. Ordinary words of gratitude might even make her unhappy.
With the system's Lucky Draw opportunity in hand, Chu Yang charged recklessly toward the Pill Tower Ancestor and Di Jun's Clone, the first-ranked Heavenly Flame—a little like a moth flying into the flame!
His sudden arrival made surprise flash through Di Jun's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.
Although Chu Yang still did not fully understand what benefits his alchemy talent could bring Di Jun, enough to make him determined to seize him at all costs, he could now see that Di Jun was already unable to protect himself. Even if Chu Yang was a juicy piece of meat that had suddenly fallen from the sky, Di Jun clearly could not eat him.
"Pill Tower old ghost, don't go too far—"
As Chu Yang descended into the area, he could clearly see that Di Jun had already been trapped by some formation arranged by the Pill Tower Ancestor.
Di Jun struggled within the formation, but whenever bizarre flames formed, they were immediately extinguished by invisible hands.
"Hmph!" the Pill Tower Ancestor said coldly. "Who is going too far? How many of our alchemists have fallen at your hands..."
Di Jun interrupted him. "Soul Hall was the one plotting against your alchemists..."
The Pill Tower Ancestor snorted again. "And your brother, Nihility Devouring Flame. Even you Heavenly Flames are enemies of us alchemists. Watch as I eliminate this clone of yours today. When your true body comes, we can settle things then—"
As he spoke, the Pill Tower Ancestor activated the formation. In an instant, it seemed as though an invisible net in the sky was tightening. Di Jun immediately howled, and for a moment,