Six Extremes Saint Ancestor

Zhang Tie staggered back into his cave abode. The heavy stone door slammed shut behind him, cutting off all the noise from outside.

Almost the instant he stepped into the main hall of the cave abode, an unprecedented, bone-deep weakness surged over him like a violent tide and swallowed him whole.

His vision darkened in waves. Tearing pain shot through every limb and bone, and even the strength to remain standing was instantly drained from him. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed heavily onto the cold, hard azure jade floor.

"Hah... hah..." His labored breathing echoed through the empty hall, carrying the scent of blood.

The backlash from using the Kunpeng Transformation this time was far fiercer than ever before!

Not only had the blood essence he had painstakingly refined been nearly exhausted, like a deep well whose spring had been forcibly drained, but even his cultivation, which had already stabilized at the Primal Chaos middle stage, had fallen once more. He had been forcibly knocked back to the Primal Chaos early stage!

A tearing emptiness spread through the meridians and acupoints throughout his body. The vast divine power that had once brimmed and surged within him was now reduced to a mere trickle, struggling through a dried-up riverbed. Every faint circulation of spiritual power brought stabbing pain.

Thinking back to that thrilling battle not long ago, Zhang Tie had appeared incomparably imposing, his momentum soaring to the heavens!

With overwhelming, irresistible force, he had activated the ancient supreme treasure, the Dragon Trapping Cauldron, and forcibly sealed the Demon Race Saint Ancestor's incarnation, renowned throughout the Demon Realm, within it.

Each full-power attack he had launched in conjunction with the Nirvana Transformation had pushed his body's potential to its limit. Such a desperate, all-or-nothing fighting style consumed