Qian Fan watched the attack draw ever closer. He twisted the steering wheel so hard it nearly snapped, but nothing worked. When the attack was less than a foot away-
"Yuan'er, go! Don't worry about me!"
Qian Fan released the steering wheel.
He expended all his Soul Power to break the old man's lock on him for a single second.
He opened the hatch on the other side and pushed Xu Yuan'er out.
The moment Xu Yuan'er was pushed out of the cabin, a force caught her.
On Qian Fan's side, however, the attack struck the ship instantly, its tremendous impact sending components flying throughout the cabin.
Just as the immense force was about to kill Qian Fan-
The imprint of Fate's Name-Destroying Blade on his forehead shone, shielding him firmly. But with his Soul Power exhausted, Qian Fan passed out on the spot.
The old man stood quietly on high.
His eyes, deep as an abyss, stared coldly down at Chuan Jianguo and the others.
He slowly raised a withered yet powerful arm. His palm opened slightly, and an incomparably mighty surge of Soul Power erupted from it.
As this Soul Power emerged, the previously calm Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy around him seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, gathering madly toward his hand.
The spiritual energy surged in like a tide, merging and intertwining with the endless stream of Soul Power.
In the blink of an eye, an enormous sphere of Soul Power rapidly took shape in the old man's hand.
The sphere radiated dazzling light, and the energy within it made their hearts tremble.
It was like a gigantic bomb on the verge of exploding, exerting an unparalleled sense of pressure.
The old man gripped the massive sphere tightly, his icy gaze locking onto Chuan