Taiqing, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, beneath Hongjun's seemingly casual palm, only felt their Primordial Spirits and Magic Power completely imprisoned by an irresistible mighty force.
They wanted to fight back.
But to their horror, they discovered that the saintly power they took such pride in was as fragile as a three-year-old child before that palm.
Their Primordial Spirits were suppressed to death, so much so that even turning a single thought was difficult.
Their Magic Power had congealed like iron, utterly impossible to mobilize in the slightest.
For the first time, true horror and despair surfaced on the faces of the Three Pure Ones.
Was this the strength of the Dao Ancestor?
Was this the power of enforcing the Dao on behalf of Heaven after Unifying with Dao?
They did not even have the qualification to resist.
They could only watch as those three pitch-black Saint-Slaying Pills were about to be forced into their bodies.
At this critical moment, with a thousand jun hanging by a hair.
A calm, indifferent voice rang out without warning amid the shattered void.
"Fellow Daoist, since they are unwilling to take these Saint-Slaying Pills, why must you force others into difficulty?"
The instant his words fell, that supreme mighty force that had imprisoned the Three Pure Ones and suppressed the entire battlefield shattered with a boom.
Taiqing, Yuanshi, and Tongtian only felt their bodies lighten. That terrifying pressure, enough to make their Primordial Spirits collapse, vanished without a trace.
Almost at the same time, the three of them shot backward, pulling open the distance between themselves and Hongjun.
They mobilized the Magic Power within their bodies, and layer after layer of saintly Magic Power wrapped around them. Only then did they gain a sliver of security after surviving disaster.
Though they knew full well in