The range of Ye Chen's Primordial Holy Light visible to the naked eye swiftly succumbed to suppression, continuously shrinking, surrounded entirely by the boundless Demon Light.
Ultimately, the area covered by the Primordial Holy Light was merely within a ten-zhang radius centered on Ye Chen, encasing the Corpse-devouring Worm Emperor by his side, forming a cocoon of light.
The powerful sighed inwardly, the Emperor Clan's ancestral relic was simply too strong; such epoch-defining techniques at their initial strike, no matter how brilliant Master Qian was, today he was likely to die.
The so-called hundred moves in a frontal confrontation were utterly infeasible. At this level, every move carried with it world-shaking lethal techniques, immeasurable.
