"The most crucial point is...
the law origin carried by Venerable Zongbao's avatar showed no sign whatsoever of weakening."
"Clearly!
Pure spell power and Magic Treasure attacks no longer had the slightest effect on Spirit Transformation Mortal Cultivators!"
"Otherwise, this situation would never have arisen."
As Solitary Cold True Lord's thoughts turned...
the scattered motes of light gathered together once more!
A cluster of profound light motes converged, and immediately afterward, the vague outline of a human figure condensed into being.
Amid the flickering mysterious radiance...
Venerable Zongbao's physical body, destroyed by the divine sword light, manifested once again.
It looked no different from before.
Nor was that merely superficial—even the strength of the physical body was utterly unchanged.
His aura and pressure...
were no exception.
This was the wonder of forging a law Spirit Body.
Even an avatar still possessed unfathomable might.
The instant Venerable Zongbao's avatar re-formed...
he did not pause in the slightest, transforming directly into a streak of flowing light and shooting outward...
as though he did not care at all about the grudge of having his body destroyed moments earlier.
That was because he knew full well that charging forward now would accomplish nothing but sending himself to his death...
and would not produce the slightest effect.
Death would be death in vain.
What was more, he would lose this portion of his cultivation and law origin.
Besides, this avatar of his still bore a mission, making rash action all the more impossible.
Thus, Venerable Zongbao suppressed the fury in his heart and left directly.
And he left with remarkable decisiveness, not even tossing out a single threat.
Of course.
He also knew that the other party would not let him leave so easily.
At this thought!
A trace of ruthlessness surfaced in the eyes