Puff! Puff!
Two muffled impacts rang out almost simultaneously.
Feng Zhongli and True Person He Ying's souls seemed to have been struck by lightning. They were sent flying backward, their soul bodies rippling violently and becoming considerably more illusory. Clearly, they had suffered severe injuries.
Yi Ji and Xuan Li reacted slightly faster. Just before the dragon's tail struck them, they abruptly withdrew and turned aside, narrowly avoiding the direct blow. Yet they were still swept by the aftermath, staggering backward with horror on their faces.
Only Yuan Rong, whether deliberately or not, had been a step slower than the other four. When the dragon's tail swept over, he retreated in time and avoided the strike.
With a single blow, the dragon soul forced back five people and heavily wounded two of them—a brilliant result indeed.
However—
While it had been distracted by the five Mahayana cultivators, Venerable Yun Chan suddenly dropped downward.
The dragon claws deeply embedded in both his arms immediately came free.
As he was a soul body, there were no wounds on Venerable Yun Chan's arms, but his soul body visibly dimmed somewhat.
Yet Venerable Yun Chan paid it no heed. Instead, he seized the chance to close in again, forcibly squeezing his entire body into that mass of light and shadow. With a turn, he circled behind the dragon soul.
Throughout this, his hands clamped around the dragon soul's neck never loosened.
It made him seem as though he were riding on the dragon soul's back.
The dragon soul was immediately helpless, utterly unable to reach Venerable Yun Chan behind it.
Venerable Yun Chan released one hand, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it down.
Bang, bang, bang...
Punch after punch rained down from Venerable Yun Chan, smashing into the dragon soul's forehead.
"Damned