Zhou Yan knew he certainly wasn't in a normal environment; perhaps he had fallen into some trick of a blood fiend, or everything was just someone else's illusion.
Yet he saw Mu Qingyan.
If even Mu Qingyan had been ensnared, then this predicament was nearly unsolvable.
Zhou Yan did not know what realm Mu Qingyan had reached, but Zhou Yan knew that the likes of the Evil King, those Saints who possessed near-divine strength, had no Soul Sea.
Only true God Realm experts should possess a Soul Sea.
If there was a Divine-level Expert lying next to him, then what could he, a mere practitioner of the Nine Changes of Sword Void, do?
Zhou Yan laughed at himself with a touch of irony and suddenly felt quite desolate.
The gap in their realms was too vast, so large that he didn't even harbor thoughts of chance.
