Not far away, clear light flowed across the Jade Disk in Yun Wuxia's palm.
True Yuan expanded along with the radiance of the Jade Disk, sweeping toward the stone terrace beneath their feet.
Yet every time those wisps of gray-white mist drew near, an extremely faint thread of qi around them was swept away by the power of the array.
That qi was so faint it was almost impossible to detect.
So faint that, had they not been on guard in advance, they would scarcely have noticed it at all.
"Brother Su's judgment was not wrong."
Yun Wuxia's cool voice rang out.
"Every time this array touches our protective True Yuan, it takes only a single ripple."
"It does not wound or kill, but it can continuously sweep away the power within our bodies.
As one side wanes and the other grows, even if the array does not actively attack, the power within us will likely be drained dry."
The light of the Lotus Mark between Mo Huaikong's brows brightened in response.
Buddhist light protected the space between everyone's brows.
Surging Daoist qi pressed down upon the surrounding mist.
In an instant, the vague, almost imperceptible pulling sensation within everyone's sea of consciousness clearly weakened by several degrees.
"Not only True Yuan."
Mo Huaikong spoke in a low voice.
"This array is also probing the soul."
The moment these words came out.
Feng Jianxing's expression turned even uglier.
True Yuan and Sword Intent could still be suppressed.
But if even the power of the soul was silently flowing away, then stopping it would be far more difficult.
After all, anything involving the soul could cause an irreversible effect with even the slightest change.
The figure in the mist stood quietly in the distance.
Watching as everyone dealt with it in