Black frost condensed over the black cold water. The enormous ink-wash Ink Spirit gathered from within the cold water for who knew how many times.
Each time it gathered, the Ink Spirit flickered with spiritual light and carried terrifying might, showing no sign whatsoever of having been depleted.
In the distance, Divine Lord Lu Ya's eyes had already turned bloodshot. Before his chest floated an enormous Meteor Hammer.
Though this Meteor Hammer looked like a close-combat weapon no different from those used by mortals, under the activation of spiritual light, it transformed into several streaks of starlight and shot forth.
As they neared the Ink Spirit, one streak of starlight suddenly manifested into a massive spirit hammer and viciously smashed down upon it.
Boom!
Though the Ink Spirit was extremely unwilling, it still transformed into spiritual light and was smashed apart.
It became countless streams of Dark Nether Cold Water that scattered down into the inkstone pool below.
Yet at this moment, Divine Lord Lu Ya felt not the slightest joy.
He knew this was merely the Heaven Reaching Spirit Treasure's autonomous attack. This mechanical sort of assault was only draining his true essence.
Within this Heaven Reaching Spirit Treasure, he could not absorb even a trace of spiritual energy. Even his divine domain was suppressed, leaving him able to rely only on the spiritual energy within his own grotto-heaven.
But a grotto-heaven was ultimately just a grotto-heaven. Its spiritual energy would inevitably be exhausted one day.
Yet if he fled, he could not escape the Ink Spirit's attacks.
Nor did he know how to break this inkstone.
Within the inkstone, the gravitational suppression of the cold water was affecting him at every moment.
It made him feel as though he had become a Nascent Soul Cultivator again, fallen into