Battle of Minds

Zhou Yan, standing on the arena, was indeed on the verge of collapse. Not physically, but mentally. The endless ringing was like the most vicious curse, constantly eroding his will. His vision began to blur. Besides the ringing, other auditory hallucinations seemed to arise beside his ears. His heart pounded abnormally fast, and a nameless rage burned in his chest, nearly scorching through the last thread of his reason.

"Ahhh! Come out!" he roared, heedlessly pouring Soul Power into his fists and unleashing several Stone Statue Heavy Fists in succession in every direction. Dust billowed across the arena, and shattered stones flew everywhere.

At the instant this burst of frenzied attacks left him exhausted, his mind at its most agitated and unguarded, Li Tianyin, who had been circling and controlling the battle all along, suddenly flashed a sharp light in her eyes!

The opportunity she had been waiting for had arrived!

The sixth soul ring beneath her feet—the profound black ten-thousand-year soul ring—glowed with a deep, eerie radiance for the first time in this battle!

The Bewitching Demon Bell in her hand ceased its previous chaotic shaking. Instead, it swayed gently in an extraordinarily peculiar, slow, and heavy rhythm.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Soul-Tethered Dream!"

"Ring—..."

This time, the chime was incomparably long and deep, as though it had not come from the arena, but from the depths of the soul—from a call beyond the distant edge of a dream. It was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through all the previous chaotic sound waves and rang directly within the depths of Zhou Yan's heart.

Zhou Yan, who was about to gather strength for another attack, suddenly stiffened!

The fury and irritation in his eyes froze instantly, replaced by blank confusion. He felt as if he had suddenly left the arena,