Although Xu Qingtong was anxious, there was nothing he could do. How could he possibly intervene in a battle between Golden Core powerhouses? Fortunately, although Yu Tiancheng was struggling, he was in no serious danger for the moment.
After they fought a little longer, Hua Wuhui failed to react in time, and Dongfang Jin severed his already wounded left arm at the shoulder.
Pain crossed Hua Wuhui's sinister face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You want me dead? You don't have what it takes!"
With that, he took out a Soul Refining Pot. Hua Wuhui's Soul Refining Pot looked much like those used by the other Worryfree Valley disciples, but it was actually different. His Soul Refining Pot was clearly a spirit artifact-and a high-grade spirit artifact at that!
"I endured all these years, collecting yin souls, just to heal my injuries and restore my cultivation as soon as possible. And now you've ruined all my plans!" Hua Wuhui said bitterly.
"Since you won't let me use them, these yin souls will just have to go to you!" Hua Wuhui sent the Soul Refining Pot aloft, forming mudras with both hands and sending them into it without pause.
Suddenly, a monster flew out of the Soul Refining Pot, wreathed in eerie yin energy. It resembled a dragon yet was not one, with a human face and a snake's body. Bearing an overwhelming aura of savage baleful intent, it charged straight at Dongfang Jin and the others.
Seeing this, they hurriedly employed their defensive measures to withstand the monster's attacks.
Bang! Yu Tiancheng, the weakest of the four, was the first to buckle. His protective golden light shattered with a crash, and he dropped straight out of the sky like a kite with its string cut.
Seeing this, Xu Qingtong had