Inside the Primordial Golden Crow Divine Staff, more than a dozen purple-black bolts of Nine Heavens Divine Lightning crashed down in an instant, directly shrinking the Primordial Golden Crow phantom by ten percent.
That ten-percent reduction meant this Primordial Golden Crow's power had weakened by one-tenth, and likewise meant that the Primordial Golden Crow Divine Staff's might would be reduced by one-tenth.
The Primordial Golden Crow, howling in agony, stared with enormous flame-glinting eyes, its face full of disbelief.
"How... how dare you?"
"They... they used to rack their brains to restore me, to find every possible way to strengthen my power, yet you actually dare weaken my power. You simply..."
"Something disobedient like this, rather than keeping it around to make me fall short at a critical moment, would be better destroyed early, removing the hidden danger."
Ye Zhen's blunt words carried an intent that chilled the Primordial Golden Crow to the bone.
Every one of the previous hall masters had treated it like a grandfather. As long as its demands were not excessive, they would agree to them.
But this one before it...
Rumble!
Just as the Primordial Golden Crow artifact spirit was thinking, five Nine Heavens Divine Lightning bolts crashed down in succession, once again dispersing part of its phantom.
Seeing more thunderlight gathering, the Primordial Golden Crow artifact spirit suddenly shuddered.
This bastard was far too ruthless. Its accumulations of tens of thousands of years had already vanished into smoke in this brief span, a full quarter gone.
From the look of Ye Zhen, he seemed determined not to stop unless it bowed its head.
A chill ran through its heart, and the Primordial Golden Crow abruptly cried out, "Stop! Don't strike anymore, stop!"
"Stop?"
Ye Zhen's primordial spirit phantom cast the Primordial Golden Crow phantom