Chen Muxue had been on alert ever since the soul entity started circling around her. The moment it lunged at her, she grabbed the iron pot and shielded herself with it.
Spiritual power flowed, a gentle stream of water enveloped the iron pot. Yet, as the soul entity touched the seemingly calm water, it erupted into a towering wave!
"Give it to me! Let me do it!" the soul entity shrieked madly. Its previously ethereal form solidified again, almost resembling a living person. A black flame ignited from its feet, billowing smoke that felt eerily similar to the Black Qi possessing Chu Wuxin!
"Behold my move: the Cauldron Presses Mount Tai!"
A water column shot out from the waves. The soul entity, which had been intent on breaking through the tide, barely dodged the sudden water column. However, before it could take a breath, a shiny, pitch-black iron pot came crashing down on its head!
"Clang!" It sounded as if an ancient, dull bell had been struck, the resonating sound echoing afar.
