As soon as the voice fell, the figure released an immense pressure, and Yao Sheng felt his soul completely tearing apart before he could even scream. His soul was shattered into pieces!
The golden light spread out, erasing every trace of Yao Sheng's fragmented soul. The figure paused briefly, destroyed the soul-snatching array, and then turned to look at the collapsed body of Ye Siheng.
"This body, although powerful, has not undergone the tempering of celestial lightning. If I return like this, I fear this mortal flesh will be torn apart," he muttered softly.
With no other choice, he flicked his sleeve and sent Qingyang and the others out of the room. With a flick of his finger, the barrier that Yao Sheng had set up was instantly reinforced.
He sighed softly, "It will take some time before my celestial consciousness can fall back into slumber..."