Seeking Aid

Golden light filled the sky, nearly blotting out the sun. From every direction, it closed in around the two of them—it was precisely the three thousand six hundred streams of Primordial Magnetic Divine Light.

"Not good, run!"

Ghost Granny shouted sharply, only to see the Primordial Chaos True Monarch directly activate teleportation, his figure vanishing from where he stood.

The next moment, he reappeared not far away, having failed to escape the encirclement of golden light.

Feeling the ceaseless tearing pull and the intense threat of death, the Primordial Chaos True Monarch's expression turned ugly.

"Damn it, what exactly is this thing?"

Ghost Granny flashed aside, dodging dozens of incoming streaks of golden light. Yet even more golden light surged toward her from ahead, and she was about to be unable to evade it.

Determination flashed through her eyes as she decisively abandoned this body.

With a thought from Ghost Granny, her body crashed to the ground.

Immediately afterward, a green Nascent Soul shot into the sky with the Myriad Ghosts Bottle. Shielded by the ghostly aura within the bottle, she launched several consecutive teleportations, forcing her way outward.

Large swathes of the ghostly aura protecting the Nascent Soul dissipated, yet it temporarily blocked the attacks of the Primordial Magnetic Divine Light.

Ghost Granny relaxed slightly. The Myriad Ghosts Bottle still contained ample ghostly aura; it should be enough to support her escape.

Seeing Ghost Granny flee far away, the Primordial Chaos True Monarch grew frantic and hurried after her in the direction she had broken through.

"Granny, wait... Aah!"

Without ghostly aura protecting him, he was swiftly struck by the Primordial Magnetic Divine Light.

Panic flashed through the Primordial Chaos True Monarch's eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but countless streams of Primordial Magnetic Divine Light