Within the Soul Sea, Zhan Shang's face was twisted in a savage expression as he once again lunged toward the depths of Ye Xuan's Soul Sea. Although slowed by the Devouring Martial Soul and the Endless Molten Flame, he was still gradually closing in on Ye Xuan's Soul Origin.
Ye Xuan's heart sank. He was frantic.
'What do I do?' Ye Xuan knew with perfect clarity that if this continued, he would undoubtedly be possessed by Zhan Shang.
But at this moment, he couldn't think of any other way out.
Just then, Ye Xuan suddenly felt the Sword of Autocracy on his back begin to heat up again, growing so hot that the sensation against his skin became almost unbearable.
Meanwhile, outside Ye Xuan's body.
"Xuan Ye, how are you doing?"
"Xuan Ye, say something!"
Ge Puzi and the others stared at Ye Xuan, who was hovering in mid-air with black lines crawling across his face, and called out to him anxiously.
