He is at the Early Stage of Divine Infant!

And Tang Xiaoxuan already declared that the Vilampu was at the Late Stage of Divine Infant, so how did he dare to make a move?!

What gave him the right?

How did he dare?

Song Yan did not answer.

To delve into something so straightforward, why bother answering?

"Huh?"

Vilampu suddenly noticed the profound qi power behind Song Yan.

In the next instant, Song Yan took a step forward.

With this step, the entire universe seemed to be trampled beneath his feet, even if Vilampu had the assistance of heaven and earth, so what? Boundless profound qi piled on, alongside the complete condensation of vital energy, soul, and a terrifying physique, the power of a Purple Mansion Cultivator fell from the sky in an instant.

That imposing aura condensed into a terrifyingly enormous foot phantom - Song Yan's foot!

With one stomp, all the surrounding forces madly surged towards Ye Suiyun.

In the distance, Princess Xi's pupils contracted, for she truly saw the power of the Nine Bloods of the Dragon Elephant in that stomp!

Vilampu raised a hand to block.

However, that foot penetrated Vilampu's black wind and ruthlessly stomped on Ye Suiyun's hastily conjured wings of protection.

Crack!!

Boom!!!

Ye Suiyun's body collapsed, shattered.

The mountains beneath him, as fragile as paper, were flattened by that stomp, and the ground collapsed, sinking several feet deep, leaving a profound footprint, with profound qi swirling in all directions, solidifying the impression.

Ye Suiyun, dead!!

No matter what secrets he had, or how he managed to use the Night King Ancient Race's talent in daylight, it was no longer important.

The dead cannot stir up storms.

No one could describe the silence, the shock of this moment.

A Purple Mansion early stage, in front of a Late Stage Divine Infant, killed an Early Stage Divine Infant?

What kind of joke was this?!

Seeing Ye Suiyun dead, Song Yan's mood was elated, then he turned around, eager to escape.

However, Vilampu's gaze had slowly fixed on him, behind the eerie silver mask, a pair of insect eyes fluctuated, as if pondering something.

And at this moment, Tang Xiaoxuan was already swiftly shooting towards Song Yan, determined to protect this prodigy of his own clan.

...

...

Meanwhile, in front of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold...

The Demon Monk almost roared the words "make a move."

Hiss...

Hiss hiss!!

An invisible lock of gray light suddenly tore through space, shooting towards Song Yan at an unimaginable speed, penetrating his surface and binding onto his divine soul in an instant.

The Demon Monk, once it gained clarity, knew it had been long seen through by Vilampu, thus it ceased to act and turned to rush into the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, waiting for the lock meant for the Demon Infant to pull Song Yan into the threshold, completing it, making it whole.

Song Yan was just about to turn and meet up with Tang Xiaoxuan, but just as he moved, a gray light had already wrapped around him.

The gray light took the form of a lock, burning intensely; if it touched an ordinary cultivator, that one touch would cause the cultivator's soul to scatter instantly.

Moreover, this gray light... Song Yan found inexplicably familiar.

In the next moment, the gray light shackle twirled around the gray aspect of his soul chart side, appearing as if it wanted to lock him, but since both were gray light, it seemed neither could restrain the other.

Therefore, the gray light shackle retreated.

Lurking at the edge of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, peering out, the Demon Monk looked at this scene with a face full of confusion.

It couldn't understand.

Demon Mother Su Yao frowned and said, "His divine soul power is extremely strong, and it even carries our aura. What's going on?"

The Demon Monk said, "We need to understand what he has been through."

Then it urged, "No way! Song Yan cannot die out there!"

But regardless of its words, the situation had already completely deviated from its original calculation, heading towards an unknown future.

In the sky...

Vilampu saw Ye Suiyun fall, yet did not show a hint of regret, merely observing the prodigy of the Ancient Race who was trying to escape but slightly hindered, and the promptly withdrawn gray light shackle, the Insect King Demon Monk who escaped into the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, revealing a faintly mocking smile, then loudly chuckled, "Found you!"

As its words fell, not far behind it among the demons, a figure rapidly transformed, its momentum rapidly swelling, and in the blink of an eye, took on the appearance of a white elephant-headed demon.

As soon as that demon appeared, Tang Xiaoxuan's face was already filled with despair.

"Elephant Emperor?!"

The Emperor of the Shakya White Elephant Race!

Along with Vilampu!

It seemed the top combat strength of the Mountain and Sea Demon Country were all here!

If Yanzhang Ancestor were still present, perhaps the Formless Ancient Race could contend, but not now!

Vilampu crossed its hands, and a black hurricane instantly sealed the surroundings.

Song Yan rushed left and right, but was still captured by the hurricane.

That hurricane pressed fiercely down, unexpectedly sending him flying towards the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold.

Boom!

In an instant, Song Yan crashed through the surface of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, stumbling into the Tumor Realm amidst rippling waves.

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Neither did the Emperor Shixiang care about the cultivators in the sky, landing directly at the entrance of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, as if waiting for something.

Vilampu looked at Tang Xiaoxuan, who was tense and ready on one side, and Ye Wuzheng not far away, and said coolly, "You have already lost this battle. However, I do not have the mood to kill right now, scram."

Saying so, it also landed at the entrance of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold.

Tang Xiaoxuan gritted his teeth and said, "This person is an important member of our Formless Race..."

Before he finished, the Emperor Shixiang interrupted him, speaking in a booming voice, "This boy's surname is Song, given name Yan, harboring an exotic treasure from our Mountain and Sea Demon Race. We came specifically to retrieve it. As for being a clansman? Only a fool like you would be deceived."

Vilampu looked towards the sky and said, "Now that it's been clearly explained. Get lost, lest the thought of killing fades and arises again."

Tang Xiaoxuan:...

Behind him, Ye Wuzheng transmitted a thought, "Brother Xiaoxuan, where there is life, there is hope. Let's withdraw for now, and await reinforcements."

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