Without Mao Yi's reminder, Bai Yuan and Zhu Yu also noticed Emperor Yan's power waning and began to employ their own measures for self-preservation.
A mysterious chanting appeared around Bai Yuan, emerging from the void. The flames wrapped around the scarlet chains shook madly, unexpectedly tinged with a hint of gold.
Zhu Yu took a more direct approach, his entire body surging with blue light, as the surging Water spirit light slammed into the scarlet chains, large amounts of mist billowed up, shrouding his figure.
"Too much mana lost, otherwise, how could three mere early-stage Dharma cultivators bounce around in my hands?" Emperor Yan snorted coldly, extending his hand to grab at the void.
Volcanic cracks on the Molten Rock Dharma Form rose one after another, thousand chains shot out from within, once again binding Mao Yi and the others tightly, refusing them any chance to escape.
