Even while suffering such grievous injuries, Gan Shizhen did not utter a single grunt, refusing to bring any trouble to Yang Zhu.
The Extreme Ancestor, on the other hand, was full of zest. What on earth were these two persisting in?
After a brief turn of thought, he once more discovered an abnormality.
Yang Zhu's muttered words condensed into unique information quite unlike ordinary sound waves, borrowing the chaotic slashing effect of the sword momentum just now to pierce through the no-longer-so-tight Frozen Silence Demon Kingdom and plunge into the distant void.
As for its destination, it struck directly into the level of the laws.
Because it involved the lineage of spirit and mystery, tracking it brought him a certain amount of trouble, and once captured, analyzing it would also take a bit of time.
In the end he confirmed that this was walking into a derivative vein of the Law of Life and Death. Similar veins were the permanent "territory" of the Profound Sect, unsuited for the Demonic Sect to meddle in. If Yang Zhu wanted to stir up the power within it, it made a certain kind of sense—only, it seemed somewhat familiar?
Before he could distinguish it, this information had clearly connected with a certain consciousness situated above the relevant vein, and minor undulations and feedback were transmitted back.
At this moment, the consciousnesses of the three parties collided together through the corresponding legal veins.
The reaction over there did not appear particularly swift either; it seemed just like him, momentarily stunned.
At this time, under combat conditions, the Extreme Ancestor's reaction was naturally a cut faster. Although he was not a Divine Master, unable to play tricks of spreading across the heavens and fighting across hundreds of millions of miles, having stood through several kalpas and