At that moment, Yao Ling gazed at the Yin-Yang Twin Flames with a trace of burning desire in her eyes, while also watching Xiao Yan with a hint of wariness.
Xiao Yan had dispatched those Dou Huang experts almost one punch apiece. Clearly, his strength was even more terrifying than Yao Ling had imagined.
Once their external enemies had been dealt with, internal conflict emerged.
There was only one Yin-Yang Twin Flames. Who would get it?
"Cousin, why are you looking at me like that? Have you fallen under the spell of my irresistible charm?" Xiao Yan asked, smiling as he gazed at Yao Ling's lovely face.
"Pah! You really are shameless," Yao Ling said icily.
Yet when she saw the lean, muscular body brimming with masculine strength beneath Xiao Yan's black clothes, the strange power within the ruins still made her blush despite herself.
"You're beautiful!" Xiao Yan praised her with complete sincerity.
Yao Ling did not answer him. Instead, she stared at the altar before them and said, "Now, we should start undoing the seal."
The ancient altar was divided into yin and yang, but at its center, two fish-one black and one white-swam slowly.
Strangely, white flames burned on the black fish, while black flames burned on the white fish.
An invisible membrane surrounded the altar. Anyone who reached out to touch it would be repelled.
"According to the intelligence, only an impact from soul power will affect this membrane. Dou Qi and physical strength won't do anything."
Xiao Yan clenched his fist and slammed it into the membrane with force comparable to a Dou Zong's all-out strike.
Yet the membrane did not budge.
When he struck it with soul power, however, ripples suddenly appeared across the previously impregnable membrane.
"My guess is that this membrane's defensive