Beyond the heavens, within the Moon Temple.
"Han Yi!"
Mou Qi's arrogant divine voice suddenly rang out from the divine platform belonging exclusively to Han Yi.
Then, an image gradually came into focus within a block of crystalline ice.
Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit, restored to its original form, constantly shed streams of light and lightning from within. The gleam in his eyes was slightly dimmed, as though he had suffered no small hidden loss.
The broad, rugged Cang Feng and the gentle-tempered Mu Ya stood on either side of Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit.
Farther away, rivers of wisdom flowed silently, cutting off the connection between Pang Jian's soul and the outside world.
Mou Qi, clad in white, stared coldly at Pang Jian, who had gathered himself back together from scattered fragments.
In this scene, Pang Jian was the one surrounded. By the look of it, his situation was grim.
Mou Qi said calmly, "Pang Jian, you cannot escape."
"Pang Jian!"
Han Yi's divine body trembled, and she was jolted awake at once.
Gathering her divine power to examine it, she immediately realized that what was happening within that ice block had been deliberately displayed for her by Mou Qi through some method.
And it was happening in real time!
Within the Sea of Mist, Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit body was being besieged by three high-level gods!
Whoosh!
Yingyue, awakened from her lengthy contemplation of realms, instantly squeezed onto Han Yi's divine platform. After taking just one glance at the image inside, she raised a hand and covered it over.
The next moment, Yingyue's divine power flowed in and erased the traces of Mou Qi's divinity.
"Yingyue, what are you doing?!" Han Yi cried anxiously. "Pang Jian has been trapped by Mou Qi and the others! If it were Mou Qi