Deep within Su Chen's sea of consciousness, golden light contracted violently.
The Pure Yang Sword Intent stood on the verge of self-destruction.
Wan Cangshan's dark green claw had already touched Su Chen's glabella.
Blood Fiend energy at his fingertips pierced the skin, drawing beads of crimson blood.
"Die!"
"This perfect body belongs to me now!"
At that critical moment.
A sudden change erupted.
A streak of violet-gold light lit up at Su Chen's chest without warning.
The light instantly pierced through the seal.
It transformed into a purple pillar of light that shot into the sky.
Wan Cangshan's expression changed drastically.
His clawed hand recoiled as though it had touched red-hot iron.
He retreated dozens of zhang in an instant.
His gaze remained fixed uncertainly on that cluster of violet-gold light.
"What is that?!"
"This lower plane actually has a soul imprint of this level?"
The violet-gold radiance intertwined and condensed in midair.
The light and shadow reassembled.
A graceful, noble figure slowly emerged.
A violet-gold crown and a brilliant golden gown.
She held a scepter, frost covering her stunningly beautiful face.
Her cold eyes swept across the battlefield.
The Blood Fiend energy in the air dissolved under her gaze.
Ning Fengzhi leaned against a broken pillar and cried out in shock.
"The Pope of Spirit Hall!"
Xue Qinghe climbed up from the ground, staring at the figure in the air as he bit his lip tightly.
A complicated tide of emotions surged within him.
The Papal Hall was separated from this place by millions of li.
Bibi Dong's true body could not possibly arrive in an instant.
What hovered in the air was a divine-sense avatar.
This was a thread of life-saving divine sense Bibi Dong had secretly planted in Su Chen's heart meridian when they parted in Wuhun