"Whelp... I... even as a ghost, I'll never let you off."
Liu Ruyan used up the last sliver of her strength and let out a roar of venomous hatred.
Her Primordial Spirit, that mass entrenched deep within her sea of consciousness,
the core representing the source of her life, suddenly blazed with dazzling radiance.
An extremely unstable, utterly destructive aura began to spread wildly from within it.
She was actually planning to detonate her own Primordial Spirit.
The self-detonation of a mid-stage Saint God Realm expert's Primordial Spirit would unleash terrifying power.
It was enough to flatten this cave abode and everything within several miles into a sheet of level ground.
Even with Yang Lingtian's formidable physical body and tyrannical Divine Soul, he would definitely suffer.
What a fine viperous woman—she still wanted to drag someone down with her even as she died.
Yet a cold, knowing smile flashed through Yang Lingtian's eyes, as though he had seen through everything long ago.
"Hmph. You still think you can self-detonate in front of me?"
His voice brimmed with absolute confidence and control.
At the instant Liu Ruyan's Primordial Spirit was about to erupt completely,
the vast Divine Soul power Yang Lingtian had already spread throughout her sea of consciousness suddenly condensed.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
Countless invisible shackles, formed from condensed, pure Divine Soul power, appeared out of thin air.
Like the Heavenly Net and Earthly Net, they layered over one another until not even air could pass through.
In an instant, they tightly bound, entangled, and compressed Liu Ruyan's Primordial Spirit, which was on the verge of exploding.
"Ugh... no... impossible." Liu Ruyan's Primordial Spirit let out a desperate wail.
She felt as if her Primordial Spirit had been thrown into ten-thousand-year profound ice, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult.