At its current stage, the Immeasurable Cannon Blade's resistance was only a preliminary struggle. As the refinement deepened, it would trigger even fiercer resistance. That was the truly terrifying part.
Fan Lang knew this perfectly well and had prepared in advance. He drove his mountain-sized primordial spirit, gripping the Immeasurable Cannon Blade tightly and drawing upon boundless divine power. Combined with the effects of various laws, it formed layer upon layer of suppression, restraining the Immeasurable Cannon Blade's power.
The two sides clashed as if taming a wild horse—only tens of thousands of times more difficult.
Fan Lang decided that he had to refine the Immeasurable Cannon Blade before the next General Offensive, then let it display its might in battle.
The six nations had now gathered together and surrounded the remaining Core Mother Nest. Once they reached a consensus, they would launch the final General Offensive and completely wipe out the Armor Whisker Bug Nest. That day was not far off and could arrive at any moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Immeasurable Cannon Blade erupted repeatedly, Energy Beams spraying in every direction and battering the surroundings. Fortunately, the Cultivation Room itself possessed sturdy defenses and barely managed to block the energy.
That was far from the only obstacle he faced.
Fan Lang's consciousness, which had seeped into the Immeasurable Cannon Blade, felt as though it had entered a Mountain of Knives and Sea of Flames. He could barely take a single step and was continuously battered by the Immeasurable Cannon Blade itself.
If his primordial spirit had not been strong enough, he would not have been able to remain here for even a second, much less refine it.
Fortunately, Fan Lang's primordial spirit had been tempered by the Universe Origin and was sufficiently powerful. He could still hold on