Shen Yueren unleashed all his power to block Lu Lingxuan's attacks as the two clashed fiercely in the sky, creating a terrifying spectacle.
Lu Yan, hidden in the shadows, observed and pondered how to join the fray, aiming to offer Lu Lingxuan a helping hand.
Frankly, the battle between Lu Lingxuan and Shen Yueren had already far surpassed the power level of the regular Immortal Realm. An average Immortal Ninth Layer probably wouldn't even qualify to intervene—once involved, there would only be death.
With Lu Yan's current strength, he also couldn't intervene.
But that didn't mean he couldn't help Lu Lingxuan.
He had his own advantage, which was the soul.
His Primordial Spirit shone brightly, the great tree within it glittering, radiating a verdant energy.
The power of his soul surged and gathered before bursting forth all at once.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Seven soul spikes, lined up in a row, pierced into Shen Yueren's sea of consciousness, bombarding his Primordial Spirit.
