Yan Di glanced at the Sacrificial Spirit Heavenly Venerate before him, lightly tapped his Storage Ring, and took out the Cold Pool Ice Crystal coffin in which Xiao Yi Xian slept.
Carried by Dou Qi, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi Xian flew toward the Sacrificial Spirit Heavenly Venerate together.
Xiao Yan was utterly unwilling to fall into the Soul Hall's hands. Even setting aside the entanglements between the Soul Hall, Yao Lao, and his own clan, the present trouble alone was enough: the Soul Hall had specifically demanded that Yan Di hand him over. Coupled with the changing aura within his right arm, Xiao Yan had a premonition that a grim fate awaited him.
But no matter how hard Xiao Yan struggled, Yan Di's Dou Zun-level restraint left him helpless. He could not mobilize even the slightest trace of Dou Qi within his body.
Zi Yan, meanwhile, had collapsed after exchanging just a single blow with Yan Di and could no longer stand.
Watching himself and Xiao Yi Xian's ice coffin draw ever closer to the two members of the Soul Hall, Xiao Yan felt his usually steady heart grow restless.
Then, in the very next instant, Xiao Yan felt the Dou Qi that had been completely immobilized within him surge through his body like floodwaters bursting through an opened sluice gate.
Before Xiao Yan could take stock of the feeling, the scene before his eyes began to change.
The instant after Yan Di handed Xiao Yan and the Cold Pool Ice Crystal coffin to the Sacrificial Spirit Heavenly Venerate, he hurled both Xiao Yan and the coffin backward.
Before anyone could react, Yan Di struck with thunderous force.
Bright-red rings of light began gathering in his palm at a speed almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. A