Facing the ten-thousand-foot golden sword light that seemed to carry the aura of a deity, Tu Zheng, the Qingqiu Fox Clan's Clan Head, had only one word, one reaction.
Run!
Run at all costs!
Yet at that instant, beneath the shroud of that ten-thousand-foot golden sword light that seemed to carry the aura of a deity, everything seemed to slow down relatively.
Tu Zheng's speed, originally several times faster than lightning, became as slow as a snail beneath the shroud of that ten-thousand-foot golden sword light.
It was an indescribably strange sensation. Tu Zheng knew perfectly well that his speed had not slowed, yet before this ten-thousand-foot golden light, he was no different from a snail.
Without hesitation, countless Spiritual Lights surged across Tu Zheng's body. A fine spiritual armor covered in countless Dao patterns emerged, along with an incomparably ancient tortoise shell covered in mottled patterns that exuded an immensely heavy aura.
At the same instant, a huge Blue Fox phantom emerged behind Tu Zheng. This was because he had driven his primordial spirit power to its utmost limit.
More than a hundred Jade Talismans shrouded in hazy Spiritual Light, at least two hundred beast-hide treasure talismans glowing in every color and densely covered in blood patterns, an earth-yellow spiritual banner emanating the aura of a mid-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure, and over twenty shields and banners of various colors radiating the aura of top-grade Spirit Suppression Artifacts all flew out.
The inexplicable terror rising from the depths of his heart left Tu Zheng utterly horrified, and he threw out every life-saving treasure he had kept hidden away.
Only because Tu Zheng's primordial spirit power was extraordinarily strong could he activate so many treasures at once. Had it been anyone else, it would have been utterly impossible.
Tu Zheng could