Under Yao Lao's assault, the Hall of Souls experts were all driven back beyond the plain. Each bore injuries to varying degrees, their auras flagging as they stared in terror at Yao Lao in midair.
As for the confinement barrier the Hall of Souls had set up outside the Plains, it had long since shattered.
"Go!"
The Third Heavenly Venerate spat out a mouthful of blood, his face abruptly turning pale. Not daring to linger, he cast a resentful glance at the people of the Starfall Pavilion, then turned and called to his companions. None of the Hall of Souls experts dared delay.
The Third Heavenly Venerate waved his hand, and several Sky-Reaching Warships appeared in the void. Just as everyone was about to board, a faint smile appeared beneath Mo Shang's mask.
Wasn't this treasure delivering itself right to their doorstep?
Among the Starfall Pavilion's ranks, Xiao Fan's lips moved slightly. Yao Lao's face darkened in midair, and he discreetly glared at his disciple below, but still went along with his request.
"Humph! Does the Hall of Souls truly think I don't exist?"
Yao Lao's expression shifted slightly, as though anger had stirred within him. With a wave of his hand, terrifying fluctuations spread outward, pinning the Third Heavenly Venerate and the others in place. He then reached toward the Sky-Reaching Warships in midair.
The enormous warships shrank continuously as Yao Lao reached for them, until they were confined within his palm.
"Every last one of you, get lost!"
Yao Lao barked in a deep voice, and terrifying sound waves spread outward once more. The Hall of Souls experts were sent flying again. Riding the force of his attack, they fled into the distance without looking back, no longer daring to hesitate.
Even the Third Heavenly Venerate, his face