He made no attempt to defend himself, nor did he launch any counterattack.
Zhang Yang directly released the complete true form of the Four-Leaf True Spirit, letting the chains' pressure envelop him and allowing the monsters formed from the Divine Imprisonment Runes to tear into him.
After a minute, Zhang Yang let out a regretful sigh and moved his true spirit's true form another thousand meters forward.
At the previous distance, the chains' suppression had only shown the slightest hint of power against him—barely more than scratching an itch through a boot.
There was nothing he could do. As a monster who frequently unleashed Soul Tremors on himself, his true spirit's ability to withstand blows was simply off the charts.
Now that he had moved a thousand meters closer, the pressure generated by the chains had increased tenfold. An ordinary Mahayana Stage cultivator standing here would probably have their soul crushed instantly. The monsters formed from the Divine Imprisonment Runes on the chains had likewise grown ten times stronger, almost condensing into physical form as they launched a frenzied assault on Zhang Yang's true spirit.
This time, he truly felt the pain. The chains' pressure made him feel as though he were carrying a hundred mountains on his back, so heavy that he could barely breathe or recover his senses. Even his thoughts seemed to have slowed.
As for the monsters formed from the Divine Imprisonment Runes, they really did rip wound after wound across Zhang Yang's true spirit, then thrust red-hot branding irons into them. That pain—well, it was less than one percent of a Soul Tremor.
Zhang Yang felt bitter inside. Then he steeled his heart and continued forward, closing the remaining distance to the chains in one breath. By then, the pressure radiating from the chains had