Chu Yi also stared at Yin Zhiping without blinking.
The Taixu Ancient Dragon sealed inside, its eyes suddenly lit up.
The violent and evil light in the eyes of the Taixu Ancient Dragon also emerged.
Upon close inspection, everyone could clearly see a trace of brutal aura hanging at the corner of the Taixu Ancient Dragon's mouth.
Yang Dingtian's brows were tightly furrowed; it was evident that he was quite worried.
Soon, Yin Zhiping extended his palm, and as he was about to reach the Dragon Soul Stele, he glanced at Yang Dingtian.
Yang Dingtian naturally remained silent, his sharp gaze fixated on Yin Zhiping before him.
After Yin Zhiping glanced at Yang Dingtian, his large hand slapped onto the Dragon Soul Stele.
Buzz—
The Dragon Soul Stele began to tremble.
This sound was somewhat different from the previous ones, even Chu Yi, who was pondering, could feel it.
The sound this time was especially loud, as if the buzzing resounded right next to their ears.
