"Dragon-Elephant, surge forth..."
At the very instant Lan Yin charged forward, Su Jianle bent down, his hands moving with the gentle grace of butterfly wings.
Two streams of water appeared on the ground. Su Jianle began to dance with them, and the water gradually transformed into two water dragons, swirling around him as he moved.
Suddenly, I saw a burst of fire—a mass of flames appeared to Lan Yin's left as he flew through the air. From within the fire, a sword emerged—Phoenix Blade—swinging down toward Lan Yin's back.
Lan Yin abruptly lost his balance. The Vermilion Bird wings on his back were instantly severed, turning to embers and vanishing as he plummeted toward the ground.
"Twin Dragons Emerge..."
With Su Jianle's shout, his hands waved gracefully, sending the two water dragons coiling and twisting, striking directly at Lan Yin. I was startled and cried out.
Lan Yin let out a scream as the two water dragons completely entangled him. He looked to be in great pain, his mouth wide open as if drowning, his head shaking uncontrollably.
"Zhao He, find a way to seal his Four Symbols power."
High above, Wang Shuo, now clad in the Vermilion Mantle, gripped the Phoenix Blade with both hands and stabbed at Lan Yin, who was still suspended in the air, bound by the two water dragons.
With a thunderous crash, the Phoenix Blade pierced Lan Yin's chest, driving him down toward the ground. There was a loud boom as a large crater appeared, pinning Lan Yin firmly to the earth.
Lan Yin screamed in pain, then gritted his teeth and swung his right hand at Su Jianle. With a slash, Su Jianle failed to dodge in time, and three wounds appeared on his cheek, blood spraying as he grimaced.
"Don't rush. It's almost done. Old Su, hang in there."
I saw Zhao He, who had just struck Da Fei, crouching with his hands together, muttering something under his breath.
Lan Yin looked to be in unbearable pain, but then I saw two bursts of fire—two flames appeared and transformed into claws, locking tightly onto Lan Yin's hands, completely restraining him.
"Old Su, I'm going to force this kid's soul out. Get ready."
Zhao He shouted, then raised his palm, which glowed with a golden light. He thrust his right hand forward, palm open, while his left hand pulled back, stamping hard on the ground. His whole body shot forward like a human projectile.
Suddenly, Su Jianle stood up, pulled Lan Yin, and with a sharp motion, drew out the Phoenix Blade. Lan Yin screamed in agony.
"Soul Departure..."
With a precise strike, Zhao He's palm hit Lan Yin's forehead. Lan Yin spat out a mouthful of blood, and I saw a pale soul leave his body, connected by countless fine threads. His soul flew out of his body.