At that moment, Abbot Zhaoshi saw Grand Spirit Master Ru Hui being blasted by Ye Zhen's Profound Fire Drill, and it was exactly like when Steward Yong Kun had seen Grand Spirit Master Ru Long being blasted to death!
His eyes were so wide that his eyeballs nearly bulged out, his gaze filled with shock—and fear!
With Abbot Zhaoshi's eighth-level World King Realm cultivation, killing Grand Spirit Master Ru Hui, his strongest subordinate, would not have been difficult. One move would have sufficed for an instant kill; even if Ru Hui had been prepared, it would have taken at most three moves. At most three moves, and he could have killed Ru Hui.
But like Ye Zhen, using one seemingly simple fire drill to directly reduce Grand Spirit Master Ru Hui to ashes—he could not do it. He truly could not!
Not to mention that merely its residual might had caused over a dozen Spirit Masters and Grand Spirit Masters more than a hundred meters away from Ru Hui to begin rapidly charring.
One Grand Spirit Master who had been a little closer had half his body turned into charcoal by nothing more than the residual force!
Zhaoshi had not never seen such power before, but every person he had seen who could casually unleash such might with a single move possessed methods like the immortals of the Dao Realm!
How could Ye Zhen, a fifth-level Spirit-Connecting Realm martial artist, possess such power? He no longer had time to think about it.
Right now, he knew only one thing.
Ye Zhen's Profound Fire Drill was far too terrifying. He could not take it head-on.
He needed some room to maneuver!
Even as shock flooded him, Abbot Zhaoshi retreated like lightning. Yet as he withdrew, a scene that filled him with