"Boom!"
Two enormous attacks-a palm imprint and a giant finger, each roughly three thousand zhang across-collided with a thunderous crash. Chaotic worldly energy engulfed the skies over the entire Tagor Desert, while pitch-black fissures swallowed everything around them like black holes.
"Th-Third Elder, I... I can barely breathe!" Mo Bass, a Dou Wang of the Snake-People Tribe hiding deep in the desert, stared into the distance with a pale face.
Powerful auras surged from that direction from time to time, terrifying him enough to tear his liver and gall apart.
"This is terrifying. Wh-what level of cultivation would it take to cause a commotion like this?" Even the Third Elder, who had taken an Azure Nether Longevity Pill, felt profoundly powerless.
Like an ant catching a glimpse of heaven's decree!
"That Clan Mark... are you from the Yao Clan?" Gu Xun'er stepped slowly out of the spatial turbulence, her expression grave.
"The Yao Clan no longer exists. Now, I am simply myself!" The Clan Mark between Yao Ling's brows pulsed, and a terrifying surge of soul power instantly condensed into a massive medicinal cauldron that hurtled toward Gu Xun'er.
"A... a perfected Spirit Realm soul?"
Gu Xun'er cried out, her mighty Dou Qi swiftly forming a golden barrier that shielded her firmly.
Runes flowed across the medicinal cauldron, mysterious and unfathomable.
"Go!" Yao Ling knitted her brows and rapidly formed hand seals. The cauldron abruptly swelled and smashed heavily into the golden barrier.
"Pfft!" The enormous cauldron vanished, but Gu Xun'er's face had gone pale. At last, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Soul attacks were unlike Dou Qi attacks, with unique properties of their own.
Although Gu Xun'er was powerful, she had grown up in the Xiao Clan and lacked combat experience. She had never fought a battle