The vibrations of this violet-red bull were incomparably powerful.
So powerful that they stirred the boundless spacetime around them, spawning great clusters of constantly twisting dimensional vortices.
At that moment, He Yiwei's four eyes were wide open, his aura climbing to its peak as he roared, "Junior! Take this from this old man—Heaven-Shaking Bull!"
The moment the words fell, he fiercely swung the Heaven-Shaking Bull, which quivered without rest with flashing violet radiance, like a roaring evil dragon.
Like wielding a colossal hammer that could split open heaven and earth, he viciously lashed it at Zhang Sanxian, who had fallen into an utterly oppressive state and was completely unable to move even an inch.
Zhang Sanxian had not the slightest doubt about the power of this violet-red imitation Bull.
Because even the entire multiversal corridor, stretching for a hundred thousand light-years—
Trembled uncontrollably along with the Bull's trajectory, as though it could no longer bear the strain.
Yet just as the violet-red shadow of the Bull was about to strike him viciously—
Zhang Sanxian, clearly trapped in the ultimate oppression, his thoughts stagnant, true essence frozen, and body unable to move—
Turned into a hazy phantom, moving in a manner that utterly defied the laws governing the motion of all things.
Within the smallest space, he made an infinitesimal yet incomparably precise shift.
The violet-red shadow of the Bull, carrying the force to annihilate hundreds of millions of stars, howled past the edge of his clothes.
It smashed viciously into the empty corridor-space behind Zhang Sanxian. Apart from stirring up even more violent spacetime currents, it failed to harm him in the slightest.
Clearly, the Dao Intent Freedom Art had shown its power.
Even though Zhang Sanxian's conscious thought had been suppressed, even though his bodily instincts had been frozen—