A Windfall Beyond Imagination! The Soul Clan's Hun Realm Is Shaken

"How is that possible!?"

Seeing that Zhang Yuan could freely control the Mysterious Yellow Flame, Hun Mieyan's expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was a dignified Half-Saint, yet his soul had been trapped within the grand formation of the Mysterious Yellow Flame Space. He had been unable to break free even after being burned for over a thousand years and was nearly worn away.

Yet Zhang Yuan was merely a Dou Ling. After his soul was trapped, he could actually control the Mysterious Yellow Flame. This was utterly absurd!

"Soul Devouring Chains!"

Though Hun Mieyan was shocked, his awareness as a Half-Saint was not lacking. He immediately moved to block him.

Although his soul had been sealed and burned for a thousand years, at his peak it had reached the Heavenly Realm. He had also comprehended a trace of Saint's Intent and mastered the Soul Clan's secret arts.

He refused to believe that he could not defeat the soul of a mere Dou Ling.

"What!?"

Pitch-black chains glimmering with purple light extended from the void, shooting toward Zhang Yuan's soul from all directions.

The dark-yellow dragon formed from the Mysterious Yellow Flame let out a roar and spat out massive dark-yellow fireballs. The moment they touched the chains, they devoured and burned them.

Hun Mieyan had never imagined that he would be completely suppressed.

"Soul Annihilation Hand!"

"Great Annihilation Soul Devouring Light!"

"Ah!"

Hun Mieyan used three more special Dou Techniques—or rather, soul techniques created by the Soul Clan—but none of them achieved anything.

Under Zhang Yuan's control, the Mysterious Yellow Flame surged forward unstoppably and reached Hun Mieyan in an instant. It swallowed him whole and began to burn him.

The familiar sensation of burning struck again. Rage surged within Hun Mieyan's heart, yet