The Soul Suppressing Cauldron soared into the sky, towards the restless Soul-suppressing Beast, looming above its head, and then it grew larger and larger.
A formidable torrent of Spiritual Energy descended upon it, and the Soul-suppressing Beast was subjected to the pressure, immediately having a significant amount of its Spiritual Power suppressed.
Dizzy and disoriented, Moyu could distinctly feel his breathing becoming a bit easier, and the tightness in his chest alleviated.
"Lord, can you do it?"
Moyu glanced anxiously at Nie Jiuque, who was facing the Soul-suppressing Beast that seemed capable of destroying everything.
He truly feared that Nie Jiuque would not withstand the powerful Spiritual Power of the Soul-suppressing Beast.
"Win, or die trying."
A determined gleam flickered in Nie Jiuque's eyes.
"!!!"
