A sudden, blinding intensity of light nearly obscured the sunlight above, leaving many people momentarily stunned, their eyes fixed in wonder upon the sky. Xiao Yan's fist met the fierce spirit with full force, yet the unusual, powerful radiance emanating from his white jade ring formed a protective energy shield that fully absorbed the formidable power of the spirit's attack. Then, a strong suction force surged forth from within! This suction appeared unexpectedly yet surged with remarkable speed, resembling a rapidly spinning vortex, with its origin centered on the small, snow-white jade ring. As soon as the suction emerged, it immediately and precisely enveloped the spirit, which had been radiating an aura of violent aggression. In that instant, the spirit, which had previously only shown intent to kill, began to display a faint sense of fear, its body trembling violently as it struggled to escape the pull of the suction. The fleeing intent of the spectral soul remained unfulfilled. The Tianhuo Master within the Na Ji seemed determined to claim it with unwavering resolve. As an extraordinary surge of power erupted, the suction force multiplied dramatically, and the spectral soul began emitting阵阵 sharp, terrified screams, its body struggling desperately—like a wild boar pressed firmly against a stone slab, striving to resist its fate. Gazing at the fierce spirit that desperately tried to escape yet was steadily closing in on the Na-Jing, Xiao Yan felt both elated and astonished. He hadn't expected the Tian-Huo Master, in such a weakened state, to manifest such a skill—clearly, he had been concealing something from him. At the very least, he wasn't as helpless as he claimed. To effortlessly restrain a spirit of Dou-Zong level strength was something Xiao Yan himself found difficult. While it was possible that the Tian-Huo Master possessed a unique method tailored for such spirits, any such method would still require a solid backup strength. Thus, despite the Tian-Huo Master's current frail appearance, anyone who harbored ill intentions toward him would likely find themselves in trouble—indeed, it would be the master himself who would suffer. As Xiao Yan's thoughts were turning, the Xuan Fuzheng in the sky also sensed the spirit's predicament, instantly roaring and activating a hand seal, channeling a powerful surge of soul energy from the black mist. With Xuan Hufa's intervention, the spirit demon's resistance grew stronger and stronger, eventually beginning to gradually step out of the range of its pulling force! "Xiao Yan, help me!" The strong luminescence within Na Ji continued to surge, yet facing the combined resistance of the two Douzong cultivators, even Tianhuo Zunzhe eventually found it difficult to hold on. A voice resonated within Xiao Yan's mind. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart tightened. It seemed that although Tianhuo Zunzhe had retained some strength, he still wasn't able to withstand the combined power of the spirit demon and Xuan Hufa. He quickly replied, "How shall I assist you?" "Transmit your spiritual energy into the Na Ji!" At this critical moment, Tianhuo Zunzhe offered no hesitation, responding promptly. Xiao Yan nodded seriously, then closed his eyes, allowing a powerful flow of spiritual energy to radiate from his brow and continuously pour into the snowy-white Na Ji. With Xiao Yan's support, the suction force generated within the nianji surged dramatically, causing the previously retreating fierce spirit to stagger and stumble, its body unsteady as it fell forward. Yet within an instant, it immediately adopted an odd posture, fiercely resisting the growing pressure. Now, the distance between it and Xiao Yan had narrowed to just half a meter, and Xiao Yan could even detect the intense, violent, and aggressive aura emanating from the spirit's body. This scene in the sky also caught the attention of the people below, who now all looked utterly astonished. They had no idea what was causing that intense radiance, but from the sudden urgency and frustration in Xuan's voice, it was clear that he was in a rather precarious state. Many of them felt a sense of absurdity—how could two formidable Dou-Zong-level masters be pushed to this pass by a mere Dou-Huang youth? Though everyone knew that Xiao Yan was no ordinary Dou-Huang, both Xiao Yan and Xuan were genuine Dou-Zong-level warriors. Together, they would have made any of the present Dou-Zong-level masters feel confident enough to claim they could stand against them alone. Yet, here it was—something that even the Dou-Zong-level masters present could not achieve, accomplished by that young man in black robes right before everyone's eyes. Such a sight could not fail to leave the audience deeply awed. Han Feng's current expression was exceptionally grim. The cold disdain that had just surfaced upon Xiang Yin's bold actions had gradually solidified when the intense light appeared—he could not fathom, at all, what exactly Xiang Yin relied upon to hold off both the Fierce Soul and Xuan the Protector. Han Feng was well aware of the power of Xiang Yin's Flame Lotus Technique, yet the latter had clearly not deployed it at this moment. Nevertheless, the performance of both the Fierce Soul and Xuan the Protector was steadily undermining his confidence, gradually deepening his sense of unease and slowly eroding the confidence he had previously held. "Well, thank goodness I didn't actually get involved. Heh, I'll just stay as an observer this time. With such an unpredictable outcome, it's better to keep out of the way..." A quiet chuckle escaped Mo Tianxing as he slowly retreated a few paces. This position was not far from the mountain wall—should anything go wrong, he could easily make his exit. Such a cautious old man, still thinking ahead about his retreat at this very moment, truly is a seasoned fox who's lived this long. "Eagle Mountain Elder, act now—kill Xiao Yan!" A sharp, commanding voice, charged with lethal intent, suddenly cut through the tense silence. Instantly, Han Feng surged upward, reaching near Xiao Yan within mere seconds. With a firm grasp of his hands, a long, sharp sword forged from condensed ki materialized. The blade trembled, emitting a crisp, resonant sound, and then plunged with ruthless precision toward Xiao Yan's neck. "Hmph!" As the long sword moved, a clear, crisp hum resonated in Han Feng's ears. A graceful and alluring figure materialized directly beside Xiao Yan. With a delicate hand reach, she seized the sword firmly. As gray mist surged forth, the intense corrosive force instantly dissolved the sword into nothingness. Then, she raised her jade palm. With the wind flowing in rhythm with her palm, a faint, subtle scent of blood carried on the breeze, light and delicate, gently falling toward Han Feng. The young physician stood lightly in the void, her white gown gently swaying, subtly outlining her alluring figure that seemed both visible and elusive. Her snow-white hair cascaded down to the delicate curve of her waist, complementing her gray-purple eyes, creating an unexpectedly enchanting, otherworldly aura that caused many onlookers to sparkle with admiration. Hearing the roar of Xuan Huafu, Han Feng's heart instantly grew cold. He turned his gaze toward Xiao Yan and saw that the fierce spirit before him was now swiftly approaching him. Then—with a soft hiss—was drawn into the white ring on Xiao Yan's finger amidst the bright light! "Is it the ring that's responsible?" Han Feng was startled upon seeing it. Though his own strength was formidable, he simply couldn't perceive the hidden power of Tianhuo Zunzhe within the ring. The spectral soul was drawn into the Ring. At once, the black mist surrounding Xuan the Guardian surged violently, then rapidly lightened, and within mere moments, a silhouette emerged. This figure appeared somewhat blurred, even ethereal, and its aura had weakened and become disordered in that instant. Clearly, the spectral soul linked to Xuan's spirit had been absorbed, inflicting upon him a blow nearly fatal—his spirit sustained severe trauma. The extent of the damage was evident simply from the fact that he could no longer coalesce his usual veil of black mist. Even now, with Xuan in this condition, even Xiao Yan might easily subdue him. Indeed—this Guardian, at present, had been rendered utterly incapacitated.