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The Soul Calling Back Streamer emitted the fog of the thickening, and every strand of the fog released a strong energy. This kind of energy was able to intimidate people's souls.

The moment Han Yan sensed the energy, he felt his consciousness blur and he almost fell into it. With a thought, hundreds of divine senses spread out at the same time, quickly flying in all directions.

Li Xiaoyao snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain. A black mist was released from the Soul Calling Back Streamer and quickly caught up to a spiritual will to instantly absorb it. Then, the black mist flashed and headed towards the other spiritual will. In just a few breaths, dozens of spiritual will were sucked into the black mist.

Han Yan did not care at all how many telepathic thoughts the Soul Calling Back Streamer absorbed, using his fastest speed to escape, and after a while, he sensed a gale approaching him. The gale was not the same as the wind in the human world. It was invisible and colorless, but it was completely yellow in color. It contained an enormous amount of energy. This was the legendary astral wind, an energy formed between heaven and earth by itself. Not only was the astral wind extremely fast, the might contained within it was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Han Yan's divine sense.

Next, his spiritual will was drawn into the astral winds and instantly dissipated.

The moment it disappeared, Han Yan could vaguely feel a strange energy entering his spiritual will and destroying it. However, Han Yan was completely unable to sense just how powerful the energy was. After Han Yan thought about it, he immediately controlled his ten or so telepathic thoughts to fly over, and quickly flew towards the direction of the astral winds.

At the same time, Li Xiaoyao also noticed these telepathic thoughts of his. He laughed out loud and said, "Han Yan, I want to store all of your telepathic thoughts into the Soul Calling Back Streamer so that you won't be able to live, and you won't be able to beg for death." As he said that, he controlled the black mist and chased after the tens of divine senses that Han Yan controlled. But when he was halfway through his chase, Li Xiaoyao noticed the astral winds flying towards him.

Li Xiaoyao's reaction was fast, but the wind was even faster, in a blink of an eye he had caught up with the black mist, and shattered it.

At this moment, Han Yan's divine sense had also collapsed, but in the instant it fell, Han Yan could feel the strength of the strand of energy. Suddenly, Han Yan thought of something, and immediately controlled his ten or so telepathic thoughts to fly towards the astral winds. Right when they were about to touch the astral winds, one of them flew straight to the astral winds, while the rest of the telepathic thoughts quickly turned around and flew towards Li Xiaoyao.

As a Rank three expert, Li Xiaoyao's cultivation was deep and profound. Even though he was not afraid of the astral winds in the sky, he could not escape from them for a while. It was precisely because Han Yan saw this point that he was able to use his spiritual will to lure the astral wind here. After the astral wind devoured Han Yan's divine sense, it was as if it had a mind of its own as it charged towards the rest of the divine senses to give chase. When the astral wind completely devoured all of Han Yan's divine senses, it just so happened that Li Xiaoyao, who was in the air, suddenly accelerated and charged straight towards him.

Although he was not afraid of the astral winds, he was currently searching for Han Yan's spiritual will. If the astral winds caught up to him, Han Yan might still be able to live a little longer. He wanted Han Yan to die, and also die from being refined within the Soul Calling Back Streamer. If he had not collected enough divine sense, when he was refining it, although Han Yan would have experienced a feeling that it was better to die than to live, it would not have been so intense.

Therefore, Li Xiaoyao roared in anger, he was not prepared to dodge the astral winds, but to fight them. He raised his right hand as a huge amount of spirit power gathered in his palm. He patted the storage bag on his waist and took out an ancient jade tablet. He then started counting the spirit power on it. Following that, the jade tablet began to emit a dazzling radiance. He shouted in a low voice, "Go." The jade token instantly enlarged and with a slight flash, it appeared in front of the astral wind and blocked it.

Following that, Li Jun used her speed to form hand seals. One after another, icicles began to form, forming a myriad of icicles in the blink of an eye.

Li Xiaoyao's consciousness moved, and the thousand ice cones, under his control, flew straight towards the astral winds. Each time it flew into the astral wind, the astral wind stirred it up. As the shattered ice cones increased in number, the volume of the astral wind also decreased. At this speed, it wouldn't be long before the astral winds were dispersed.

At this time, Han Yan controlled his spiritual will and flew quickly into the sky. He came here with two purposes. One was to feel the power of the astral winds, and the other was to feel the power of the lightning. As long as he could figure out the two types of energy that had spontaneously formed, he would have achieved his purpose in coming here. As Han Yan flew higher and higher, the pressure became more and more intense. When he flew to a height of three hundred meters, cracks began to appear on his crystal-like mind consciousness. The speed of the crevice was still increasing. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before his spiritual will was destroyed.

Seeing this, Han Yan thought for a moment, and then let the divine will that was about to crumble fly in the sky, while the divine will that had yet to crumble remained below. After finishing all of this, Han Yan gritted his teeth and suddenly increased his speed. With this acceleration, more than a hundred telepathic thoughts were immediately routed. Even if the rest of the telepathic thoughts hadn't been routed, they wouldn't be far from it. However, at this very moment, that damned lightning had yet to appear.

Han Yan was depressed, where did the lightning go? Why did it not appear yet? Just as Han Yan was unable to resist the pressure, from the previously clear sky came a sudden clap of thunder. With a kacha sound, lightning flashed between heaven and earth, and a streak of yellow lightning as thick as a thumb fell from the sky, striking Han Yan's mind.

The strand of spiritual will instantly collapsed. The lightning did not stop as it continued to strike the rest of the spiritual will. In just a few breaths, more than a hundred spiritual senses were destroyed. Sensing that the number of divine senses was decreasing at an alarming rate, Han Yan didn't even think about it, as he flew downwards, he asked all of his divine senses to gather in this direction.

The lightning caught up with them at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they had caught up with the descending divine senses.

At this moment, the surrounding spiritual will also flew over. When all the spiritual will gathered together, it suddenly stopped in midair, waiting for the arrival of the lightning. The lightning descended and a muffled sound rang out. All of the telepathic thoughts were scattered and turned into specks of light, disappearing from the world.

At this moment, Han Yan, who was in the depths of the Eastern Sea, trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Yuyao was seated beside Han Yan, and upon seeing him spitting out blood, he immediately asked: "Han Yan, what's wrong?"

Han Yan waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, my avatar was destroyed."

Hearing this, a look of disappointment flashed past Xiao Yuyao's face, and then he sighed and said: "To be able to accompany you like this, even if I have another month of lifespan, I am already very satisfied."

"Yao'er …" Han Yan stared at Xiao Yuyao and his heart suddenly hurt.

In the sky, after Li Xiaoyao struck out with an ice awl, the astral wind that had already become the size of a palm shattered with a clatter.

Li Xiaoyao secretly heaved a sigh of relief. His speed was much faster than he had expected, he originally thought he would need an hour to destroy the astral winds, but now he used quite a bit of the time of an incense stick. Just as he was about to put the jade token back in his hands, a flash of lightning appeared in the sky and struck Han Yan's mind lightning. It quickly arrived and in the blink of an eye, it arrived right above his head.

Seeing the lightning, Li Xiaoyao immediately used his toes to think, and knew that Han Yan had drawn them here, and shouted angrily, "Bastard." At this moment, it was already too late for him to use any spells. He hastily condensed his spiritual energy on the surface of his body to resist.

Lightning quickly descended. Li Xiaoyao's body trembled, and his body released crackling sounds. The spirit energy in his body dispersed at an alarming rate. Not only that, but his clothes also turned into dust under the lightning. His hair stood on end, and his face was bruised and bruised. He was in an unspeakably sorry state. Luckily, he was a Rank three cultivator. Otherwise, if his cultivation was even lower and he was struck by lightning without any preparation, even if he did not die, his physical body would have been destroyed.

After blocking the lightning, Li Xiaoyao was furious, he swore to make Han Yan endure the most unbearable pain. After he stored the jade tablet in the storage bag, he raised the Soul Calling Back Streamer in his hands and said sinisterly: "Han Yan, from today onwards, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death …" His face changed as he said in surprise, "Impossible, how is this possible …" At this moment, the telepathic thoughts that were originally kept inside the Soul Calling Back Streamer had mysteriously disappeared.

Li Xiaoyao could not believe that Han Yan, who had lost his physical body, could still control his spiritual will to leave. As his consciousness entered the Soul Calling Back Streamer, he carefully sensed it and the result was the same. Han Yan's divine sense disappeared into thin air. This scene could only mean one thing. Han Yan had not died, or it could be said that the one that had died was Han Yan's avatar, while his main body was still present.1

Suddenly, Li Xiaoyao remembered that when he attacked with the astral winds, the Soul Calling Back Streamer was actually trembling for a moment. However, when Li Xiaoyao thought about how he had been played by Han Yan, and how he had even lost the lives of over a hundred experts in Limen Clan, the anger in his heart burned to the bone. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared towards the sky: "Han Yan, I will kill you!"

In the depths of the East Sea, within Han Yan's cave, Xiao Yuyao lied on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the beauty in front of him, Han Yan sighed, got up and walked out of the cave. His face was very pale, without a hint of blood on it. He looked very old, and the worry in his eyes became even stronger. At first glance, he didn't look like a youth at all, but a middle-aged man who was over forty.

Just as he walked out of the cave, Han Yan saw the Xiao Hui standing in front of the door.

At this moment, it had been half a year since his clone was defeated.

In this past half year, Han Yan accompanied Xiao Yuyao by his side every day, watching the sun rise and set. As time passed, the poison in Xiao Yuyao's body became more and more toxic, and his vitality also rapidly decreased. In the first few months, Xiao Yuyao had still maintained his clarity of mind, and every day, he would discuss some happy things with Han Yan. However, Xiao Yuyao had been sleeping for a long time recently, and would only wake up once every two to three days.

Han Yan saw this and felt pain in his heart. He was already at his wit's end, unable to find a way to protect Xiao Yuyao, so he sent his Xiao Hui to scout. The direction of his inquiry was not towards the Ten Directions Continent, but towards the depths of the East Sea. He had the nagging feeling that since the East Sea was vast and boundless, and had countless of islands on it, how could such a place not be inhabited?

The Xiao Hui sighed heavily and said, "Boss, you guessed right. There are indeed people deep within the East Sea …"

Hearing that, Han Yan's eyes flashed, and he immediately interrupted: "There really is someone here?"

The Xiao Hui nodded and said: "There are indeed people, but we did not discover the cultivators …"

Han Yan was startled, then he smiled and said: "It's fine, as long as there's someone here, there will definitely be cultivators. Who knows, maybe those cultivators will be able to save Yao'er …" As he spoke, he turned around and was about to walk back into the cave.

When it saw Han Yan's soulless face, the Xiao Hui could not hold back and shouted loudly: "Boss, wake up!"

Han Yan stopped walking and asked: "What are you saying?"

"Sister-in-law is already like this. Can't you tell?" The Xiao Hui took a deep breath and said sternly, "She cannot fly for long distances. Once she does, she will only speed up her death. Boss, she only has one wish, and that is for you to accompany her for a while longer. If you bring her to find a cultivator, and if the cultivator doesn't find her, what will happen if she dies early? "

Hearing this, Han Yan's heart ached, and a stream of tears quickly rolled down his face. Then, he suddenly turned around and roared at the Xiao Hui: "What do you want me to do, do you want me to watch her die?"

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