In the sky, Ye Zhen, wrapped in silver light, felt a chill seep through his heart.
To kill him today, the Heaven Temple had truly stopped at nothing.
First, a Creation Realm Divine General had launched a sneak attack. Then they had directly used the Exile Silver Bead personally refined by a Creation Realm Divine King. This was simply...
Silver light flashed in every direction, radiating intense and bizarre spatial ripples unlike anything Ye Zhen had ever seen.
Yet within that flashing silver light, another pure spatial fluctuation was resisting it.
That was A Yuan's power.
In Ye Zhen's mind came the despondent yet anxious voice of A Yuan, the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure Twelve Yuan Chen Celestial Treasure Beads. "Young Master, the power within this silver light is too strong. I cannot resist it. Please think of something quickly. At most, I can hold it off for three more breaths!"
Of all Ye Zhen's current forces, the strongest was the Southern Barbarian Divine King.
"It cannot be broken!"
"Not to mention that I am only a remnant now, with my power incomplete—even if I recovered the strength I had as a Divine King in my prime, I might not be able to break this silver spatial formation. Spatial formations are far too difficult to break." The Southern Barbarian Divine King's face was full of gloom and helplessness, even tinged with despair.
He had heard of the Heaven Temple's methods of exile. It was absolutely a punishment ten times crueler than death.
In a forbidden land, slowly growing old as one waited to die, or going mad—those were actually fortunate outcomes!
The Southern Barbarian Divine King despaired, but Ye Zhen was unwilling to be captured and exiled just like that.
Though Ye Zhen did not know what the Heaven Temple's exile