Counterattack
“What is this sorcery!”
Yue Hantan began to struggle, but the thread clung to his soul like a festering sore, tightly entwining itself around his essence.
The more he moved, the tighter the thread constricted him.
Yue Hantan grew frantic.
He had never encountered such an enigmatic phenomenon before.
The significance of the soul to cultivators was self-evident; if his divine essence were destroyed, his path of cultivation would come to a bitter end.
At this moment, he could no longer concern himself with Xu Yi’s situation.
Instead, he desperately fled, seeking to return to his own body.
However, just as his divine essence was about to separate from his body, the black thread abruptly contracted, forcefully pulling it back.
Yue Hantan: !!!
He madly charged outward, only to be repeatedly yanked back.
Unbeknownst to him, his soul’s power was rapidly depleting.