Even the circulation of Yan Luo's mana abruptly slowed. The meridians throughout his body seemed to be pinned beneath an immense divine mountain, his blood and qi began to flow in reverse, and his Divine Soul swelled with pain as though it were about to burst.
Without needing to strike, the pressure released by the three Human Immortals alone left Yan Luo, who had just been sweeping through all before him with an air of supremacy, unable to move a single step.
Had any other Spirit Transformation cultivator encountered such terrifying Human Immortal pressure, their Dao heart would likely have shattered already, forcing them to kneel and submit.
Yet although Yan Luo's body trembled without cease and his meridians ached as if they were about to split apart, he still stood tall, his gaze sharp and icy.
The mana within him circulated with all its might. The Samsara Dao patterns continuously transformed into vitality, nourishing Yan Luo's body while protecting his Divine Soul and resisting the erosion of the three immortals' Great Dao wills.
Even with more than half his combat power suppressed, even with his Great Dao pinned down, Yan Luo did not bend his knee in the slightest or retreat half a step. His proud bones rang like steel!
"What unyielding bones."
High in the sky, Immortal Ba Heng's voice boomed like thunder.
After witnessing Yan Luo's performance, a trace of appreciation appeared in Immortal Ba Heng's eyes. Yet when he recalled Yan Luo's actions just now, fury once more filled his heart.
In truth, when the Spirit Transformation cultivators of the various Immortal Sects had begun their siege against Yan Luo, the Human Immortal experts of those sects had already cast their attention here through the Great Dao.
In their eyes, more than twenty late-stage Spirit Transformation