"It's...it's a crow!" an unknown voice exclaimed amidst the commotion in the crowd.

The voice was especially clear in the shocked air, as if trying to draw everyone's attention to that ugly truth.

People whispered amongst themselves, seemingly slowly processing the unbelievable truth before them, while the deafening shouts echoed through the air.

The sub-god-level spirit they worship is actually this kind of thing?

At this moment, Yan Huang's pressure was entirely on Jiang Shuyue and 'Qingluan'. The tower slowly spoke: "Damn thief, you plucked Qingluan's feathers and dug out its soul bone, leaving it to sleep for the past six years. Did you ever think this day would come?"

The sound was like a biting cold wind, carrying endless frost and sharpness, making it terrifying.

It gently flapped its enormous wings, the golden-red feathers burning like raging flames in the sky, unleashing an awe-inspiring power and an unparalleled sense of oppression. Then, with an unstoppable and ferocious momentum, it pounced straight at Jiang Shuyue.

The fiery soul power swept in like a violent hurricane out of control, its raging and merciless force silently filling the entire world; it approached with overwhelming force, instantly dominating all her senses, leaving her nowhere to hide in boundless fear.

Jiang Shuyue was terrified and instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but her legs seemed to be locked by an invisible force, and she could not move an inch.

Jiang Shuyue felt her blood run cold instantly. She desperately asked her companions for help, her eyes filled with undisguised panic.

The approaching Fiery Phoenix in the sky filled her with unprecedented fear, and her voice trembled slightly with anxiety: "If you don't come to our rescue soon, we will all perish here!"

Her face was ashen, her heart screaming with terror, and she screamed in anguish, desperately trying to grasp at a sliver of hope for survival in this desperate situation.

"Tsk tsk, what a hassle!" The words echoed in Jiang Shuyue's mind. The voice was lazy yet possessed an innate magnetism, and at the same time, it seemed to be mixed with a sense of weariness and impatience with trivial matters.

Just as the sound ceased to echo, Yan Huang's attack swept in with unparalleled power, almost tearing Jiang Shuyue to shreds.

However, in that life-or-death moment, her dreamlike figure vanished from everyone's sight, as if turning into a wisp of smoke, disappearing into nothingness without a trace.

Shen Yunxi's pupils contracted slightly, a hint of alertness flashing in her eyes. In that brief instant, she keenly sensed a hidden yet incredibly powerful energy fluctuation rapidly spreading through the air. That power, like a turbulent undercurrent, stirred an unprecedented tremor within her heart.

"Master!" Xue Rong leaped into the air in the next moment, like a white lightning bolt, and jumped into Shen Yunxi's arms with undeniable speed, quickly and gently hiding in her arms. Her slightly trembling voice contained a hint of nervousness as she cautiously and softly said, "Master, that power just now was the same one I felt on her a couple of days ago."

"No wonder you were able to take away Qingluan's soul bone when she was injured. No wonder you were able to see through my Spirit Clan identity back then!" Shen Yunxi muttered to herself, her gaze icy.

Yan Huang stood in front of Shen Yunxi and said in a deep voice, "Master, I have never seen that powerful force before. Even I am not sure I have a chance of winning."

Shen Yunxi was stunned. Even a soul that had lived for thousands of years couldn't sense it?

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