Unwarranted Intentions

Zhang Shuai reached out and took the Soul-Suppressing Dragonwood, storing it in his storage ring. At the same time, he forcibly dispersed the increasingly difficult-to-maintain Nebula Void-Shattering Finger divine ability in the air.

His condition was extremely poor.

The Nebula Void-Shattering Finger's power was indeed earth-shattering, but the drain it imposed on him was equally unimaginable.

The chaos true essence within him was frantically siphoned away by the divine ability like a river bursting through a dam. Even his soul power flickered unsteadily like a candle in the wind. His face was pale as paper, his aura weakened to the extreme, and his body swayed precariously in midair, supported solely by sheer force of will.

The instant the divine ability dissipated, backlash surged through him. Zhang Shuai could not help but spit out another small mouthful of blood. His aura grew even weaker, darkness swimming before his eyes as he nearly fell from the sky.

And at the very moment he dispersed the divine ability—

Seven figures appeared around Zhang Shuai like ghosts, instantly blocking every route of escape! Killing intent blazed in the seven Saints' eyes as they once again brought out their magic treasures. Clearly, they intended to strike while he was down and take his life!

How could they possibly let such a heaven-sent opportunity pass?

However, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Stop!" The Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor's voice carried unquestionable authority. "Let him leave!"

The seven Saints froze stiffly in midair. They turned toward the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor in astonishment, their faces filled with confusion and disbelief.

The Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor gave Zhang Shuai a deep look without explaining anything. He merely repeated, "I said, let him leave."

The seven Saints exchanged glances. Though unwilling, they did not dare defy the Myriad Forms Sacred