That evil spirit was dead at last.
It had died with extreme unwillingness, its roaring lasting nearly half an hour.
Eight layers of its origin had been forcibly pinned down and cut away, leaving it with only two. Facing the combined forces of two supreme treasures and two peak Great Luo beings of major-sect rank, it had still struggled desperately for half an hour. The sheer toughness of that last sliver of health could no longer be compared to a city wall.
Even so, at the very instant before its death, the evil spirit had erupted with astonishing force, punching straight through the suppression of the two supreme treasures and forcibly injuring Heartless True Person and the Nine Heavens Sovereign.
Granted, under full suppression, the two of them had expended an enormous amount as well. Their earlier act of severing its origin had also left the Great Dao less stable than before. Even so, the vitality of a creature at this level was truly powerful to a degree beyond comprehension.
Standing at the formation's core, watching the evil spirit die completely and its remaining power get ground away without a trace, Li Su finally let out a long breath. Only then did he come back to himself and realize that merely watching the battle had drenched him in cold sweat.
Now that he had relaxed, he even felt as though he had taken part in a world-shaking battle. His mind went blank for a moment, while a sense of detachment spread through his entire body.
But Li Su soon discovered that he could no longer move.
A vast surge of energy beyond imagination flooded straight into his body.
The sensation was not unfamiliar.
It was fortune. He had been fed it once before, and he remembered the taste of it.