Hong Yuan's gaze shifted, and he stirred his will.
Whoosh!
A frigid baleful wind seemed to rise suddenly from the Nine Hells. Carrying a chill that could freeze the soul, it swiftly merged into the void and swept toward one particular direction.
Taiyin Soul-Slaying Curse!
As the curse emerged, its power surged, tearing through the air as though tangible and letting out a piercing shriek.
Amid that shriek, Hong Yuan's figure flickered. Following close behind the curse's power, he shot away like a streak of clear light.
"No! Stop him!"
Yun Chengxu's expression changed drastically. Patterns across his Heavenly Artifice Thousand-Mechanism Armor blazed with red light, enveloping him at once.
Yun Chengxu stamped his foot, shattering another enormous hole in the arena as he shot forward.
Yanchu, Yanzhen, Eunuch Lü, and the others were no slower. They sped after him, their surging force unleashed to its utmost.
Yet they still could not catch up. They could only watch the Myriad Calamities Daoist fly above a large ship.
Hong Yuan seemed to ride the wind. As air currents rose beneath his feet, he reached a height of a hundred feet. His gaze fell like a sharp sword piercing layer upon layer of obstructions, laying bare everything inside the ship.
Compared with the other ships, this one was exceptionally quiet, with none of their numerous private rooms. Inside its spacious hall, candle flames burned.
There were three hundred and sixty-five flames in all, arranged in a strange numerical sequence. They shed an uncanny radiance, their flickering seemingly answering the stars filling the sky.
Encircled by those "stars" stood a ritual altar.
Upon the altar lay a tiny figure about a finger long, exquisitely sculpted, as though carved from jade.
The figure possessed flesh, blood, bones, and marrow. Vividly lifelike, with handsome features