Gravely Wounded

"Xiao Yan, you really have a death wish!" Gu Zhao stared at Xiao Yan, his eyes seeming ready to spew fire!

An uncontrollable fury rose in Gu Zhao's heart. Even with his intervention, he had still lost two elite commanders of the Ancient Clan in succession. Once this matter was over, the pressure he would face was something he did not even want to think about.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: he had to restrain Xiao Yan!

With that thought, Gu Zhao moved. There was no earth-shattering eruption of Dou Qi, not even the howl of wind. He merely took a calm step forward. After that single step, he was already at Xiao Yan's side.

Gu Zhao reached out with one hand. To an outsider, that hand appeared incomparably slow, without the slightest unusual radiance. It seemed that the attack could be evaded by any method.

Yet only Xiao Yan, who faced it directly, knew how terrifying that hand was. It felt as though he were contending against the might of heaven itself. Carrying the force of a collapsing sky, the hand slowly grew larger in his vision, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Soul power surged from between Xiao Yan's brows once more, rushing fiercely toward Gu Zhao's hand. This was Xiao Yan's strongest method at present. He wanted to use the momentum of his Heavenly State Soul to evade this strike first.

But Gu Zhao seemed to have been prepared long ago. His Heavenly State Soul struck later yet arrived first, directly holding Xiao Yan's soul power firmly in place. The two had never differed much in soul power to begin with, and after Xiao Yan's fierce battle, his reserves were already greatly depleted. Naturally, he was no match for