Under the sky shrouded in twilight, Jiang Pei's face had taken on a sickly pallor, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, while his hand seals had begun to tremble slightly.
There was nothing he could do. The laws of this world fiercely repelled the divine ability he was casting, so the ability's power had only reached less than one-tenth of its full strength.
Even so, the divine ability he was casting was already somewhat beyond what this domain could bear.
Although Jiang Pei was a late-Integration Stage cultivator and could be called a hegemon in this domain, once he entered the upper realm, he would be nothing more than an ant at the very bottom.
His physical body, magical power, and even soul all appeared so fragile before this formidable divine ability, unable to support it.
Thus, the avatar of that upper-realm powerhouse possessing Jiang Pei was helpless as well.
His expenditure was immense now, and he could not hold on for much longer.
His opponent, that seemingly unremarkable Void Refining Stage cultivator, was instead an utter monster.
Although he was only a Void Refining Stage cultivator and his magical power was relatively weak, even the strength of his soul was on par with Jiang Pei's.
Especially his terrifying physical strength—it completely overwhelmed Jiang Pei, utterly defying common sense.
What shocked Jiang Pei even more was that he clearly sensed a Demon Seed planted inside Su Fan by some terrifying existence from the upper realm, radiating a hair-raising aura.
At that moment, on the battlefield, Su Fan was desperately dodging the golden whip of light's lethal attacks.
The whip of light danced wildly like a living creature, every lash carrying a razor-sharp force that tore through space. Su Fan could only dodge left and right.
He narrowly avoided