Before he saw the man, he heard his voice. Yang Yuanhong knew that the Dao Academy expert had come to enter the formation and resolve the calamity.
Following the voice came a lone streak of azure light.
The arc of light struck the ground beneath the Wugou tree, severing the underground Fire Vein. It also restored this heaven-and-earth spiritual material to normal, no longer spewing mist outward.
"Collect."
Rustle, rustle, rustle—
Another soft call came from the sky, and the boundless fog in the area was dragged away by a powerful suction force, completely gathered up within three breaths.
"As expected of someone from Lingxiao Dao Academy. What formidable methods."
Yang Yuanhong secretly sighed. He looked at the wooden sword on his arm. Though it seemed as light as a drifting leaf, it pinned down his entire body so thoroughly that he could not move an inch.
This was a difference in strength that did not belong to the same level at all. The wooden sword was not merely suppressing him; it was as though it had sealed away all the power in his body, leaving him with strength he could not use.
Yang Yuanhong remained in the posture of reaching for the fruit. Around ten breaths later, the owner of the wooden sword seemed to have finished inspecting this plain and appeared here.
"Eh? Strange, strange. I slew the remnant soul, and the fleshly body collapsed. Why has that divine sense vanished without a trace?"
Ye Chenfeng flicked his fingers and recalled his wooden sword, allowing Yang Yuanhong to move again.
Seeing him appear, Chen Yang resolved to play dead to the end, with no intention whatsoever of coming into contact with this sword cultivator.
He had already learned Ye Chenfeng's identity, background, and some of his past deeds