Xi Ying's eyes were thick with urgency as she inadvertently glanced towards the battlefield below.
"There's no other way, it can only be like this," she decided with a resolute flash in her eyes, raising her hand and waving towards the sky.
A small black kettle flew up into the air, with its lid popping open by itself, as a beam of golden light burst forth, flying straight into Yuan Ming's forehead.
This golden light, nourished and refined by Xi Ying from a large number of residual souls, was exactly what Yuan Ming needed at the moment.
Unfortunately, this power was merely a drop in the bucket for Yuan Ming; he needed much more soul power infusion to fill the void of the Word Witch and stabilize his realm.
The purpose of Xi Ying summoning the Soul Suppressing Kettle, of course, wasn't just this paltry amount of soul power.
