Wei Liangbo wanted to run, but it was already too late.
An ancient, powerful Domain Power descended, stripping him of his ability to control the rules.
Sensing this familiar yet unfamiliar power, Wei Liangbo's heart churned with tempestuous waves.
"Primordial Dao Domain?! Jiang Ping An?! That's impossible! How could you possibly be this strong?!"
He had fought Jiang Ping An before and witnessed the Primordial Dao Domain.
In the entire Sacred Blood Tribe—even in the entire God Realm—very few people had mastered this kind of Rule Power.
The first person Wei Liangbo suspected was Jiang Ping An.
But he did not dare believe it.
The aura of this power was far too strong, so powerful that it even rivaled the Wei Family's Old Ancestor.
And the Wei Family's Old Ancestor was an Eighth Level God King.
How could Jiang Ping An possibly possess such cultivation?
At the same time, a tentacle covered in eyeballs burrowed into Wei Liangbo's soul.
The shield within Wei Liangbo's soul was ripped apart directly by that tentacle.
The eyeball-covered tentacle forcibly stripped Wei Liangbo's soul from his body.
The next moment, Wei Liangbo's soul arrived in another sea of consciousness.
Wei Liangbo saw an enormous eyeball, covered all over with smaller eyeballs.
With just one glance, he felt his soul beginning to crumble.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?!"
In truth, from the fluctuations of the soul, he had already recognized who had attacked him, but he refused to accept it.
Years ago, the two of them had still been in the same realm. How could the other's cultivation have grown to such a horrifying extent after merely visiting Creation Mountain once?
Wei Liangbo now suspected that he had gone astray while comprehending the beast claw, entered a demonic state, and fallen into an illusion.
Jiang