"The prohibition is broken."
With astonishment gracing her lovely face, Yu Wuxin could clearly feel the looseness of the prohibition around the altar; its power was weakening.
"This guy really has a way with it."
Yu Wuxin's curiosity about Ye Xuan grew more and more intense—she, the Holy Daughter of the Mist Sea, had no choice but to admit defeat and feel inferior. No one in the Beichen Domain had managed to do this before.
Crack, crack!
As Ye Xuan manipulated it, layer upon layer of the prohibition on the altar was dissolved. In the end, out of the nine layers of prohibition, only the last one remained, and the ground beneath their feet was riddled with cracks and shattered.