This Punch, So Damn Satisfying!

The Primordial Violet Qi burned.

The violet flames were soundless.

Yet every Saint whose phantom was reflected within them felt an intense unease.

It was neither pain to the flesh, nor an attack on the Primordial Spirit.

It was a deeper sort of pull.

As though an invisible hand had gripped their fate pattern and meant to forcibly drag them into those violet flames.

Zhunti's expression changed drastically.

"What kind of foul sorcery is this?"

He hurriedly activated the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, trying to sweep away his phantom.

But when the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swept across it, the violet flames merely swayed slightly.

Not only did the phantom corresponding to Zhunti not vanish, it instead became even clearer.

A chill ran through Zhunti's heart.

Jieyin immediately used the Merit Golden Lotus to stabilize the area around them.

"Junior Brother, do not move rashly."

"This thing seems to use our aura as kindling. The more you act, the more firmly it can lock onto you."

Zhunti's expression was ugly.

"How are this old fossil's methods so filthy?"

Jieyin gave a bitter smile.

"How could anyone who contended with the Dao Ancestor in the same generation during Ancient Times be a simple figure?"

Haotian, too, was being drawn by the Fate Furnace until his face went pale.

The Haotian Mirror above his head continuously cast down golden light of imperial authority, yet it could only barely protect him.

Seeing even the Heavenly Emperor struggle so greatly, the generals of the Heavenly Court were terrified.

Though Di Jun and Emperor Taiyi had not had Saint phantoms reflected in the violet flames, they too felt the Demon Race's Fortune being devoured by the Formation.

Upon the River Diagram and Luo Script, the patterns of stars flickered uncertainly.

The Chaos Bell also let