Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold entrance.
Song Yan's gaze turned cold.
"Do you think it's over just because you say so?"
Bang!
He took a step forward and broke through the Soul Threshold entrance with a thunderous crash, pursuing closely.
The Formless Ancestor fled madly, his flesh and blood had already erupted into thick blood mist, igniting his Essence Blood, solely to escape from the pursuer behind him. Precious treasures, one after another, were tossed away as if they were worthless.
Overwhelming energy collided toward him in various forms, but Song Yan's speed did not decrease. With a flick of his left hand, then his right, he deflected the many treasures aside, hurling them into the Tumor Realm Secret Realm, causing a great upheaval.
Amidst these "waves" mixed with attacks of cause and effect, profound Qi became turbulent. If a Purple Mansion junior were here, they would be as insignificant as ants caught in a tsunami.
