More than ten breaths later, a blur of an afterimage finally landed on the meteor where the golden little figure had fallen.
At that moment, Li Yan, dressed in black, showed neither joy nor sorrow. In his hand, he held a fox-like "Li Bei Beast."
Though this meteor beast was only third-tier, it was remarkably difficult to deal with. It was simply too fast.
If Li Yan had not also excelled in speed, and if the "Li Bei Beast" had not lingered nearby after seeing that Shi Pozhu's Nascent Soul could not escape, it would certainly have gotten away.
Even so, Li Yan had still needed to put in quite a bit of effort before capturing it.
A Nascent Soul cultivator dealing with a Golden Core Realm cultivator should have been as easy as blowing out a breath. The fact that it required such trouble showed just how difficult the "Li Bei Beast" was to handle.
Li Yan casually tossed the already-sealed "Li Bei Beast" at his feet.
With an icy gleam in his eyes, he curled his five fingers into a claw and grabbed at the unconscious Nascent Soul, whose golden light had long faded into a dark red. In an instant, he drew Shi Pozhu's Nascent Soul into his hand.
Li Yan then raised his other hand and pressed two fingers together like a sword, tapping the Nascent Soul's little head before lifting upward. A nearly invisible thread of blood was drawn out from the top of the little figure's head like silk being reeled from a cocoon.
The blood thread seemed somewhat brighter in color now. With a wave of Li Yan's hand, it vanished into his fingertip.
As the blood thread was pulled from his body, the Nascent Soul's eyelids twitched slightly, only to fall still