"A grain-sized pearl dares to shine?"
A trace of genuine anger entered Haotian's Avatar's voice.
Challenged again and again by ants, he had run out of patience.
"Since you siblings are so devoted to each other, you can die together!"
With a cold snort, he left the Heavenly Emperor Sword where it was. He raised his other hand and, across the vast distance, lightly pointed a finger at Yang Chan.
The gesture looked almost casual.
But the Saint's laws it contained were more than a hundred times stronger than the force he had used to suppress Yang Chan before!
Yang Chan felt an irresistible, terrifying power lock onto her in an instant.
The Lotus Lantern above her head gave a mournful cry. Its newly blossomed seven-colored radiance was like a guttering candle in the wind before that power, snuffed back in an instant.
"Pfft!"
Yang Chan took the blow as though struck by a hammer. She spat blood, her face turning white as paper, and her limp body began to fall from the sky.
With that single finger, Haotian had forcibly severed her connection to the Lotus Lantern!
Such was the terrifying might of a Saint's Incarnation!
"Third Sister!"
Yang Jian roared in grief and fury, his eyes nearly splitting.
He wanted to rush to her, but the pressure of the Heavenly Emperor Sword pinned him in place like billions of divine mountains. He could not move.
All he could do was watch helplessly as his sister fell.
"Haotian!"
At that perilous instant, a clear feminine shout rang through the clouds, brimming with boundless fury!
A fiery-red figure flashed behind Yang Chan like a streak of light and caught her.
It was Holy Mother Huoling!
"You dared hurt Yang Chan! Haotian, you're courting death!"
Holy Mother Huoling's lovely face hardened