Invincible Soul Emperor

Xue Zhao was also fighting with everything she had. She pressed her hands together, and the ice element rapidly condensed into a solid Ice Wall, trying to block that suction force.

Under the pull of the vortex, the Ice Wall kept cracking with "ka-ka" sounds, shards of ice flying, cold air spreading.

Even so, she still clenched her teeth, refusing to retreat.

The suction of the white vortex grew stronger and stronger, and Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao’s bodies were gradually dragged toward the vortex’s core.

Ye Qingchen felt the Energy in his body being rapidly drained. His Shield was already difficult to maintain, yet there was still a trace of unyielding light in his eyes.

"We can’t let ourselves get sucked in!" Ye Qingchen shouted, his voice filled with resolve and determination.

Xue Zhao nodded. She took a deep breath and continued pouring out the ice element with all her might. The Ice Wall condensed once again, trying to resist that powerful suction.

However, the power of the white vortex had already surpassed their imagination. The Ice Wall began to collapse, and Xue Zhao’s face grew even paler.

Xue Wei stood to the side, watching everything with a cold smile. His face was full of smugness and arrogance. "Your resistance is pointless. This white vortex is the ultimate power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone—no one can withstand it."

With that, he once again injected Energy into the Clan’s Guardian Stone, and the vortex’s suction became even stronger.

Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao’s bodies were pulled so hard they could barely stay standing, as if they could be swept into the vortex at any moment.

Ye Qingchen felt the power in his body was almost exhausted, cold sweat uncontrollably streaming down his forehead.

Xue Zhao was likewise going all out. The ice element kept condensing around her, forming layers of defense, but each layer collapsed rapidly under the vortex’s suction.

The suction of the white vortex grew ever stronger, and Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao’s bodies were gradually dragged toward the vortex’s core.

Even though they were resisting with everything they had, the situation was still extremely critical.

Under the overwhelming suction of the vortex, Ye Qingchen’s figure gradually lost control.

His hands still gripped the green Shield tightly, but the Shield had become shaky and unstable, and the Energy in his body was nearly spent. His feet slowly left the ground, and his whole person was swept toward the center of the vortex.

"Ye Qingchen!" Xue Zhao cried out in shock. She watched Ye Qingchen’s figure gradually vanish into the white radiance, and a powerful surge of unwillingness and despair flooded her heart.

Xue Zhao’s body was also being dragged incessantly by the vortex’s suction. She frantically mobilized the ice element within her, trying once more to condense an Ice Wall to resist that invisible force.

However, her complexion grew increasingly pale, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hands trembled slightly from exertion.

"No! No!" Xue Zhao shouted in unwillingness, her voice sounding weak and powerless against the roaring of the vortex.

Her eyes were filled with fury, but in the face of that overwhelming power, she felt how insignificant her efforts were.

The moment Ye Qingchen was sucked into the vortex, her heart was filled with despair.

She understood the power of this Clan’s Guardian Stone all too well.

Yet Ye Qingchen had been swept inside right in front of her eyes, and she truly couldn’t accept it.

If she could get out of here, she definitely would not let Xue Wei off easily!

Xue Wei stood to the side, a smug cold smile appearing on his face.

Watching Ye Qingchen being swallowed by the vortex, a flash of triumph crossed his eyes, as if everything was under his control.

"Hahaha, in the end you still can’t escape the palm of my hand!" Xue Wei laughed proudly, his voice dripping with wild arrogance and mockery.

He looked at Xue Zhao, who was still desperately resisting, his eyes full of contempt and cruelty. "Xue Zhao, your struggle is just as futile. The power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone is not something you can resist. Still, since you insist on fighting back, I’d like to see how miserable you can get!"

Finishing his words, Xue Wei once more injected Energy into the Clan’s Guardian Stone, and the vortex’s suction became even more intense.

Xue Zhao’s Ice Wall collapsed rapidly under that immense force, shards of ice scattering, cold air billowing. Her body was also gradually pulled toward the center of the vortex, her steps growing heavier and heavier.

"No!!" Xue Zhao clenched her jaw, pressing her hands together once more, forcibly drawing out the last shred of power in her body, trying to form a final defense.

However, the power of the Clan’s Guardian Stone was simply too overwhelming, and the vortex’s suction had become utterly terrifying. Xue Zhao’s body slowly left the ground, her feet torn away from the Snowfield, and she was gradually swept toward the vortex’s center.

Xue Wei stood to the side, his smile growing even more smug and deranged. Watching Xue Zhao being gradually pulled into the vortex, his eyes were full of victorious gleam. "Haha, Xue Zhao, the Saint Position will, in the end, be mine alone!"

Just then, a sudden surge of powerful aura rippled through the air. Several figures swiftly swept in from the distance, carried by howling wind and swirling snowflakes. It was Xue Feng—he appeared in the field with a group of Xue Family Elders, arriving in a rush.

Led by Xue Feng, more than ten Xue Family Elders followed behind him. Each Elder’s body emitted a strong Spiritual Power fluctuation, their presence like a soaring rainbow.

Xue Feng’s gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, and his arrival instantly broke the balance of the Snowfield. His white hair fluttered, and between his brows was a dignity and cold ruthlessness that could not be ignored.

Xue Feng advanced rapidly with the Elders, the Snowfield creaking loudly beneath their feet.

In the distance, a dark figure quietly hid behind a snow-covered rock, his wary eyes sweeping the surroundings.

This person was Ah San.

Ah San’s eyes were like torches, sharply catching the movements of Xue Feng and his group.

Seeing such a formation, he was startled, immediately realizing the severity of the situation. He knew that Xue Feng’s arrival with the Elders was bound to affect Xue Wei’s plan.

"This is bad, I’ve got to inform the master at once!" Ah San thought to himself, not daring to delay for even a moment.

He darted out from behind the rock, his figure streaking across the Snowfield like lightning, his steps light and swift.

The cold wind howled past, his figure leaving a string of shallow footprints on the Snowfield. Though the wind and snow blurred his vision, Ah San skillfully avoided the obstacles in the Snowfield, heading straight toward where Xue Wei was.

Not long after, Ah San returned to Xue Wei’s side. He was gasping heavily, his face full of anxious urgency.

Xue Wei was still laughing as he watched Xue Zhao’s resistance, but noticing Ah San rushing over, he frowned, a faint sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"What is it, Ah San?" Xue Wei asked coldly, a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Master, it’s bad!" Ah San panted, quickly reporting, "Xue Feng has brought a group of Elders— they’re heading straight this way!"

Xue Wei’s expression changed abruptly, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes. He knew that if those Xue Family Elders saw him like this, it would definitely be detrimental to his bid for the Saint Position once they returned.

"Damn it!" Xue Wei gnashed his teeth, fists clenched, his eyes full of irritation.

He took a deep breath and quickly made his decision. "We shouldn’t clash with them head-on right now. Withdraw!"