Zhu Jingkong's hand, which had been about to snap Tang Yan's neck, suddenly stopped.
A terrifying pressure, almost tangible, abruptly descended on Tang Yan.
"You have a way to solve my clan's problem?" Zhu Jingkong asked coldly.
Tang Yan treated the overwhelming pressure as though it were nothing, utterly unaffected. He sneered and asked, "Is this how you... ask someone for help?"
Zhu Jingkong's gaze flickered. At last, he released Tang Yan's neck and cupped his hands. "If you can tell me the solution, I will certainly make amends!"
With his powerful soul perception, Tang Yan had already noticed during their exchange that Zhu Jingkong's soul, though powerful, was damaged.
Combining this with what he knew about the Spirit Shaman Clan, Tang Yan ventured a bold guess. "The Spirit Shaman Clan's shamanic arts depend on the soul. As cultivation deepens, those with weak souls are easily injured.
"When the shamanic power a soul carries exceeds its capacity, the soul suffers severe damage.
"Using external forces to suppress a damaged soul merely slows its depletion. If it cannot be repaired in time, eternal ruin still awaits.
"All along, your solution has been to keep slowing the depletion of the soul, but you have overlooked something important.
"If you can strengthen the soul until it is full enough to bear more shamanic power, not only will you be less likely to perish, but you can also break the shackles of King Rank and enter a higher realm!"
Zhu Jingkong's heart pounded wildly. Tang Yan's explanation was concise, clear, and incisive. He agreed with everything Tang Yan had said.
After some thought, Zhu Jingkong finally said calmly, "It is difficult to strengthen the soul quickly. We have tried strengthening our souls, but the results have been minimal.
"If we strengthen our Divine Soul