The shadow of death hung over the three of them like a heavy, leaden cloud.
The Primordial Sect's Foundation Establishment Daoist Master had the upper hand, and he naturally intended to drive his enemies to their deaths.
But who wanted to die?
"Xu... Xu Yunfan!"
Zhao Moyang coughed up bloody foam, his voice hoarse. His eyes were filled with terror and indignation as he stared fixedly at the imposing, unmovable figure at the center of the Thunderbolt.
If he could, he would have committed suicide without hesitation to reincarnate. But Thunderbolt was a natural counter to the Divine Soul. Besides, within his opponent's Array Formation, it was impossible for his Divine Soul to shed its mortal coil and for his True Spirit to escape into the Sea of Reincarnation.
He had clearly seen his opponent's two Cause and Effect Secret Techniques before, especially the Celestial-Eroding Netherworld Talisman, which the man wielded with considerable skill.
