To the outsiders, Su Yi’s battle with Demon Emperor Huan Ting seemed utterly strange. The two of them just stood in the air, staring each other down from afar.0

But the air between them was swathed in inscrutable, murky gray mists of the Grand Dao.0

Demon Emperor Huan Ting controlled the mists, repeatedly surrounding Su Yi, only for Su Yi to take a step forward and crush them each and every time.0

It didn’t look like a particularly shocking confrontation. There were no astonishing visions of destruction. It all just seemed quiet and unassuming.0

But Luo Yao, her allies, and all of the Outsider Celestial Demons watched with bated breath, afraid to even blink in case they missed something. All of them looked utterly solemn.0

This was a clash of the soul!0

Demon Emperor Huan Ting’s control over his soul was so wondrous that it practically seized fortune from the heavens. He could use his unparalleled methods to contort an opponent’s memories and perception; it was nothing like ordinary secret soul arts.0

Simply put, even a Nine-Tribulation Master God would find their memories and perception affected, and they’d lose themselves in realistic illusions forever!0

This type of soul power was the most terrifying...0