Thanks to the Golden Ancient Tree's power, warm light poured into Mu En's Sea of Consciousness, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions.
Mu En managed to calm down once again. The crimson in his eyes slowly faded, restoring their clarity.
But by then, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao had already begun burning their own Soul Power and Spiritual Power.
Ye Xishui's Phoenix Flame surged to its limit, while Long Xiaoyao's Dark Soul Power churned as though boiling.
Transparent flames that burned their lives blazed to life around both of them.
Those flames seeped from their pores, transparent and scorching, whipping their robes into a snapping frenzy.
This was a Soul Master's most desperate measure: trading life as fuel for one final burst of combat strength.
It was precisely because of this that they forced their way through Mahoraga's defenses and rushed toward Lu Ren.
"Mu En, I wronged you," Long Xiaoyao suddenly whispered as he charged past Mu En.
His eyes held guilt he had never voiced in two hundred years.
Blood still dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the marks of the poison's corrosion had already spread to his neck.
Then he charged toward Lu Ren alongside Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui raised her hand and struck at Lu Ren, the golden flames instantly forming a palm print.
The palm print was several dozen feet across, burning all over with Phoenix Flame as it slammed straight into Lu Ren.
The flames were so hot that even the air crackled explosively. Seeing this, Lu Ren hurriedly raised both arms to block. Blood Armor condensed over his arms again, meeting Ye Xishui's palm strike head-on.
That layer of blood armor sizzled in the flames, but even so, Lu Ren blocked the fatal blow with his extraordinarily powerful defenses.
Yet the impact