The clash of three Imperial State Souls was mighty enough to drain the world of color. At this moment, besides Xiao Xuan and the other two, there were also Xiao Yan, Hun Feng, and Gu Qingyang, serving as vessels.
"Xiao Yan, how are you holding up? Can you still endure?" Xiao Xuan transmitted his voice to Xiao Yan with his consciousness. At present, he was using his soul power to take control of Xiao Yan's body, while Xiao Yan's soul remained within his own body, observing the battle at close range. Of course, Xiao Yan still retained basic control over his body.
"Rest assured, Ancestor. There's no problem at all!" Watching this great battle from such close range, Xiao Yan found it immensely thrilling.
Xiao Yan had fought Dou Sheng before, and he had watched quite a few such battles as well. Those fights had been intense, but they were fundamentally different from this collision before him.
The most important reason was that the soul powers currently leading this battle—his own ancestor's, the Soul Clan patriarch's, and the Ancient Clan patriarch's—had reached an entirely different level. Above the Heavenly State lay the even higher Imperial State.
Even though his ancestor's soul was merely a remnant, and even though the other two were only projecting their souls rather than arriving in person, their soul power was still terrifying beyond measure.
Soul power, which should have been colorless and formless, had nearly become tangible in the hands of these three.
For a time, this clash even overturned Xiao Yan's understanding of soul power. Observing it at point-blank range had also, invisibly, opened a door for him. Thus, he did not relax for even a moment, greedily absorbing every detail of the battle.
The Heavenly State Soul was already nearly the pinnacle of