While the grand battle of the Heavenly Sword Clan was raging in full swing, no one knew that Zhang Yang had once again come beneath the Boat of Death, gazing at and touching that chain with his True Spirit True Body.
This time, even though the chain radiated overwhelming, baleful flames, Zhang Yang's True Spirit True Body still walked over with unhurried steps, completely unaffected.
Then he stopped before the chain, reached out, and pressed his hand directly against it.
In the next moment, he was struck as if by a thunderbolt. That arm, already almost indistinguishable from flesh, instantly disintegrated into ash.
"How powerful!"
His expression unchanged, Zhang Yang muttered to himself. Last time, he had only approached within three feet of the chain, but this time, the damage from touching it directly was at least a hundred times greater. There was absolutely no way to withstand it through Soul Tremor.
"I wonder what this chain's origins are?"
A hint of anticipation appeared in Zhang Yang's eyes. After a few breaths, a complete arm grew back. The only difference was that both the inside and outside of this arm were covered and supported by the twenty-seven strange Divine Imprisonment Seals.
Moreover, three Soul Tremor shockwaves had condensed around the fist at the very front.
He threw a punch, fierce as wind and thunder, but when it landed on the chain, it made not the slightest sound.
This time, however, the arm and fist were not reduced to ash by the power on the chain. Zhang Yang merely felt an unknown force surge from his fist. In an instant, it transformed within his body into layers of black-red chain phantoms, tightly binding him.
At that moment, Zhang Yang abandoned resistance, allowing the intangible chains formed from that unknown force to