As his stream of spiritual power shot into the nine heavens, Ying Luo's aura withered completely, no longer bearing its former valor.
Qiongqi looked up at the rolling clouds above the nine heavens, a flicker of apprehension passing through his eyes.
"Soon, I'll use all my strength. Take the chance to flee far away—as far as you can!"
Clearly, even Qiongqi was not confident he could withstand the pressure descending from the nine heavens. That was why he wanted Shen Yi to seize the opportunity to escape.
Before Shen Yi could respond, the nine heavens underwent a startling change. A pair of eyes abruptly appeared, looking down upon the mortal world. Following Ying Luo's last trace of spiritual power, they fixed upon Shen Yi and Qiongqi. In that instant, Shen Yi felt as though he had been seen through completely, with nowhere to hide beneath that gaze.
"Loyal servant of the gods, I have heard your prayers. Perish!"
An ethereal voice descended from the nine heavens. With it came an incomparably terrifying force falling from the sky. This power surpassed the limits of the mortal world. Heaven and earth shattered, even the Great Dao ground into nothingness. This was immortal power, something that did not belong to the mortal realm.
Shen Yi and Qiongqi pushed their strength to its limit, both coughing up blood. Before such pressure, even the mere thought of resistance brought grievous injury.
Is this the power of an immortal?
The thought flashed through Shen Yi's mind. Just as he closed his eyes and awaited the descent of his final fate, another terrifying aura abruptly soared into the heavens and collided with that immortal power. In an instant, heaven and earth lost all color. Everything seemed to freeze, and the world turned pale and silent.
Shen Yi