Primordial Spirit Fragments

"Bold of you!"

A deep, furious voice rumbled from the sky.

The tribulation lightning appeared again, this time transforming into a gigantic hand of lightning that raised a heaven-piercing finger and pressed it down upon the Evil Rakshasa Devil Ancestor.

The Evil Rakshasa Devil Ancestor sneered. "Just you alone? That won't be enough."

The golden wings behind his back beat once, and the entire space seemed to freeze solid. The giant hand formed from tribulation lightning actually found itself unable to advance even an inch.

At the same time, Silver Arhat was still transforming into a Heavenly Net Evil Rakshasa. His body had already become devilized golden bones, with only the final shred of his Primordial Spirit still resisting the corrosion. He knew that once even his Primordial Spirit was tainted, he would be completely finished.

But the Evil Rakshasa Devil Ancestor's spatial confinement was terrifyingly powerful. Even the Purple Zenith Sacred Sovereign could not shatter it and could only push forward step by step. It was clear he would not make it in time to save him.

Silver Arhat knew a little of the rules of the upper realms. Because the power of seventh-realm Saints was too terrifying, they would not readily fight in the lower realms.

It was not that the other Saints could not intervene under such circumstances. Rather, they feared that one strike would tear Heaven's Center Realm apart. As for holding back while fighting, they might as well watch the show. It was precisely because he knew this that the Evil Rakshasa Devil Ancestor had appeared with such utter impunity. So long as he did not spread his power across all of Heaven's Center Realm, the other Sacred Sovereigns would not intervene lightly, lest they drag too much into it.

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