Cantecie's soul's screeching echoed in Zi Yao's and Shi Yan's head, but they decided to ignore it.
Cantecie's soul altar floated like a big bobbing cloud, eventually sucked into that black hole and disappearing completely.
At this moment, Shi Yan's eyes brightened as he focused on that jet black vortex. Wisps of soul energy moved like swift ropes, thrusting around the black hole.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The black hole emitted a howling wind like a massive, chewing mouth. As Cantecie cultivated the Wind Power Upanishad, her soul altar had the form of a tornado bringing up loud hissing sounds.
The black hole revolved crazily, swallowing Cantecie's soul altar. Afterward, the suction force weakened significantly.
'It's time!'
