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Shi Yan's soul altar slowly revolved. The mark on the glabella of his host soul glowed. Wisps of Soul Consciousness poured into the shield and connected to the marvelous formation on the shield.

Clusters of blood cloud appeared, changing continually. Shortly after, countless mysterious and extraordinary formations emerged on the shield. The clusters of blood cloud had connected to each of the blood clouds of the mark on his forehead perfectly.

Shortly after, the blood mark seemed to turn into a mouth. Inside that mouth, a small vortex appeared and enlarged. It created a fiercely, strong suction force.

The seven hundred acupuncture points on his body made some commotion. The vortexes inside each acupuncture points were revolving with the mark of the shield. They had become the extension to the suction force from the shield.

His eyes brightened.