Inside Dugu Feng's fractured body, a small golden figure about an inch tall flashed out and transformed into a streak of golden light, rapidly flying away like lightning. In just a breath's time, it was almost out of the plaza's boundary.
Yuan Ming was about to control the soul crow to obstruct with Crow's Call Wave, but Xi Ying, as if having anticipated this, raised one hand, her palm emanating a white light toward the direction where the golden figure was fleeing.
The Nascent Soul immediately appeared bewildered, standing still on the spot.
Yuan Ming's face revealed a hint of astonishment; observing through the Stealing Heaven Tripod, he finally discerned the subtlety of the situation.
He saw a thin, hair-like transparent thread shooting out from Xi Ying's palm, bridging a nearly hundred-yard distance, with the other end entering Dugu Feng's Nascent Soul.
"So this is how Xi Ying cast her illusion technique," Yuan Ming muttered to himself.
