Wen Tingdao slashed down with his sword, originally intending to rescue Jindu. The one locked in fierce combat with Wen Tingdao was the Blood-Jade Fierce Tiger Sovereign, whose true combat strength was not the least bit inferior to Wen Tingdao's. How could he possibly allow his opponent to easily reinforce another? Wen Tingdao's sword was intercepted by the halberd radiance struck out by the Blood-Jade Fierce Tiger Sovereign.
Jindu's Primordial Spirit dodged several of those mountain images. Ordinarily, if facing an enemy alone, Jindu's Primordial Spirit would have been able to escape no matter what; it was just that the entire battlefield was too chaotic, and the battles of other Primordial Spirit-realm powerhouses changed in the blink of an eye, effectively blocking his escape route.
In the end, Jindu's Primordial Spirit was struck by a mountain image, resulting in the destruction of both body and soul.
"Jindu!" Of the four Primordial Spirit-realm powerhouses of the Jin-clan Dragons, only Jinting remained on the battlefield now. The former patriarch and close friends had all perished in this great battle, and his clansmen had died in battle one after another.
Jinting was consumed by grief and hatred, cursing only his own shallow cultivation. Even if it had been just a tiny bit stronger, with even the slightest reinforcement, Jindu's Primordial Spirit would never have dissipated right before his eyes.
Had his Primordial Spirit not been destroyed, Jindu could have taken refuge within the Green Fruit Barrier and later re-cultivated a physical body.
A mere fraction of a difference had become an eternal parting between them. The Jin-clan Dragons were too few in number to begin with; after successive battles and a period of regrouping, having fewer than eight thousand remaining was already a blessing from the heavens, yet these clansmen were falling one