Haoran watched with a calm, analytical detachedness as Xiao Zhan's immortal soul was forcefully pinned to the ground by the blinding weight of the golden runic matrix.
The immense spiritual pressure that had just threatened to tear the entire Imperial Academy Dimension into microscopic fragments was now being violently compressed, forced back into the old man's spectral core until he could barely hiss through his teeth.
The Seven Elders all looked solemn, their figures standing tall and proud as they stared at the immortal soul.
At that moment, Haoran and Qing'er descended from the sky like two falling leaves, their boots landing with a soft, synchronized thud on the shattered stone tiles just a few meters away from the heavily suppressed Immortal soul.
