With the Soul-Merging Art barely propping him up, Lu Xiaotian struggled to hold on. His body was already on the verge of collapse at any moment. Using the Soul-Merging Art had its benefits and its drawbacks. Without the primordial spirit essence he had devoured, Lu Xiaotian's own strength would have given out long ago.
The drawback was that the Soul-Merging Art had let him force himself to endure for a while, but now there was no turning back. His internal injuries were too severe. If he failed to break through, even if he didn't die, his cultivation would fall. Even Ye Ziyu herself would be unable to purge the omnipresent magnetic force that darted through his body, yet still could not be turned to his use.
Even so, Lu Xiaotian could sense that the barrier, once incomparably solid, was now on the verge of collapse, just like his body. But he couldn't be sure whether the barrier binding him would hold out, or his body would endure to the end.
The vortex above continued to send down purple pillars, striking the Fangtian Halberd and pouring into Lu Xiaotian's body. The many primordial spirits within him were gradually growing hazy under the tremors of the magnetic force.
By now, Lu Xiaotian no longer knew how to keep going. The magnetic force and the blood-qi power, now completely out of control, surged everywhere like wild horses with their reins cut. Even if he wanted to restrain them, he had no way to do so. At that moment, even his strongest main Primordial Spirit was muddled by the magnetic force's tremors. As for the barrier binding him, Lu Xiaotian had forgotten where it was. If he couldn't even control the power within his body, how could he break through that barrier?
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