Lin Yun’s figure was frozen in mid-air. If it wasn’t for the pair of golden wings maintaining his elevation, he probably would have fallen from the sky.

After Yu Haotian chased the demonic spirit out and managed to regain control of his body, he threw up a mouthful of blood. His injuries were more serious than he had imagined, especially now that his regenerated chest started to wither.

His wound broke apart and his heart was revealed, which brought him pain every time his heart throbbed. Yu Haotian’s eyes were full of despair because his body was practically crippled. Even if he managed to recover from his injuries, there was no way he could recover his cultivation. This meant that he would be stuck in the Heavenly Soul Realm for the rest of his life. If he didn’t have a saint pellet or extraordinary means, he would become a cripple.

But how could Yu Haotian accept that? His eyes blazed with hatred for the demonic spirit and the culprit, Lin Yun. When he looked at Lin Yun, his eyes began to flicker.

Lin Yun was frozen...