On the other side of the battlefield, Yun Ming forced his body steady as it flew backward, but the wound in his chest still churned violently, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at his palms. Those hands, which had wielded a divine weapon for years and held the continent steady, were actually trembling faintly with numbness now.
Being crushed head-on by an eighty-first-rank Spirit Douluo was the worst defeat he had suffered in a hundred years of sweeping across the continent.
But there was no fear in his eyes, only a resolve that burned ever brighter. Shrek's city was burning, countless disciples were falling, and its ten-thousand-year foundation stood on the brink of destruction. As the master of Sea God Pavilion and the strongest man on the continent, he absolutely could not lose.
Buzz!
A low rumble resounded through heaven and earth, and brilliant golden light exploded from around Yun Ming. His long-dormant Four-Word Battle Armor equipped with a thunderous crash, layer after layer of golden divine patterns covering his entire body. The battle armor shimmered with flowing radiance, and its sacred, domineering pressure instantly swept across the entire battlefield.
The vast spiritual power of the Spirit Origin Realm was completely unsealed. Power as deep as an abyss and boundless as the sea surged out from within Yun Ming, enveloping the world in all directions. The space around him solidified layer by layer, and endless natural spiritual energy gathered madly into his body.
His originally gentle, refined bearing faded away completely, replaced by a supreme majesty almost like that of a god.
At this moment, Yun Ming's power had fully reached its ultimate peak, touching the barrier of true divinity.
In an airspace not far away, Ya Li hovered in