The tip of the Ying Long Spear pierced half an inch into Ye Qiu's flesh and suddenly stopped.
It's not because Tai Yi didn't want to continue stabbing, but because he couldn't exert any force, as his soul was tightly grasped by a withered hand.
Tai Yi Saint Heir watched in horror as the withered hand pulled his soul out of his body.
This feeling was eerily strange.
What is this ghostly thing, where did this hand come from?
Ye Qiu was clearly being restrained by him, it couldn't possibly be Ye Qiu.
But when Tai Yi Saint Heir looked at Ye Qiu, he found Ye Qiu smiling back at him.
It really is him!
Ye Qiu smiled as he watched, Tai Yi Saint Heir's soul body was caught by the withered hand extending from Hell's Gate, and slowly pulled into the gate.
Tai Yi Saint Heir panicked, showing a flustered expression for the first time, as he had never faced such bizarre attacks.
Especially that withered hand continually yanking him, as if trying to drag him into another world.
