Yang Yan's body merged into the Void, and a fist as thick as a hundred feet landed in that Void.
He was shaken out of the Void, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Yang Yan did not have time to wipe away the blood, as the giant fist came again.
In an instant, Yang Yan was plunged into an extremely dangerous situation.
Soul Wuyou's illusory soul appeared in a Void, looking at the battlefield filled with the air of blood, laughing aloud.
At the crucial moment, a golden hand descended upon Soul Wuyou.
Boom!
The giant hand, carrying Soul Wuyou's body, fell onto the ground, and the deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, lingering for a long time.
At this moment, the movements of the white bones and corpses suddenly slowed down considerably.
In everyone's eyes, a glimmer of hope finally emerged, leading to a fiercer attack on the enemy in front of them.
"Soul Wuyou, are you celebrating too soon?" The Celestial Venerable's cold voice echoed on the battlefield.
