"I have some understanding," Ye Xuan nodded with a smile. As fellow Alchemists, there was bound to be a mutual resonance; he could sense the other's aura, and surely, the other party could sense his. He wasn't surprised by the black-robed elder's inquiry.
"I'm afraid it's more than just some understanding." Master Qian's eyes flashed with a sharp brilliance, and then the center of his brow suddenly trembled. In front of him, the void shook, and a transparent soul arrow coalesced.
This soul arrow, seemingly ethereal yet substantive, struck terror and sent chills down the spines of all who beheld it.
This was the power of soul power reaching the Late Stage Heavenly Realm—an Alchemist's strength lay precisely in this: to subdue the enemy without a fight.
Whoosh!
After marshaling for about a dozen seconds, the soul arrow suddenly shot out, piercing directly towards Ye Xuan's face.
The two stood closely opposite each other; such an attack was impossible to dodge.
