Just as all eyes were on him, with Xiao Yan about to step onto the ninetieth level of the hundred-level soul staircase, the clouds and mist around him suddenly came to a halt.
Ling Zhuo watched everything with excitement written all over his face, unable to conceal it in his voice. "It's happening! It's happening!"
The instant Xiao Yan's right foot came down, his expression abruptly turned grave. An unprecedented pressure surged down from the top of the staircase. In that instant, Xiao Yan felt even the scene before his eyes distort. His soul power was like a tiny boat, swept up by raging winds and monstrous waves.
Even his main body in the distance frowned unconsciously, sharp pain washing over his mind in waves. The Three Thousand Lightning Phantom Body swayed, as though it were about to fall from the soul staircase.
The sight was extremely perilous, and Mu Qingluan even cried out, "Senior Brother!"
Mu Qingluan was about to act when she saw Xiao Yi Xian standing calmly to the side. Her eyes were fixed tightly on Xiao Yan, but she made no unnecessary movements. Mu Qingluan then forced herself to calm down. What she did not know was that the Dou Qi in Xiao Yi Xian's hand, hidden within her sleeve, had long since begun to gather, ready to aid Xiao Yan at any moment.
Most of the spectators, however, thought nothing of it. After all, those who failed to withstand the soul staircase ended up exactly like Xiao Yan now, crushed by the soul pressure until they could barely breathe. In the end, their strength would be exhausted, and they would be unable to hold their footing before falling. What they had truly not expected was for Xiao Yan, who had seemed so calm and composed,