In another celestial domain, Daoist Jiao had been sitting with his eyes closed. When his Primordial Spirit was destroyed, his body gave a slight shudder as well. He opened his eyes, astonishment rising within him.
He found it somewhat unbelievable. His Primordial Spirit had actually been defeated just like that?
He realized that he had neglected Zhu Feng all along. Though her magical power was inferior to theirs, she was still a cultivator who had attained Void-Entrusting Achievement. Moreover, perhaps because she herself excelled at preserving herself and evading danger, the move she had made just now had been perfectly timed.
Yet he also had to admit that Zhang Yu's combat prowess was indeed formidable. Even without Zhu Feng, he would not have been certain of victory with his Primordial Spirit alone in that recent battle.
But what did winning once amount to?
As long as Zhang Yu and the others did not break out of that empty domain or come over to his side, his Primordial Spirit could go over and try again and again.
With a turn of his thoughts, he formed another Primordial Spirit in an instant and sent it once more toward that celestial domain.
After Zhang Yu dispersed Daoist Jiao's Primordial Spirit with a single finger, he saw the several magical implements Daoist Jiao had left behind suddenly turn from solid to insubstantial. In the blink of an eye, they fled into the void of their own accord. The tide that had originally surged upward also receded after losing its master.
Zhu Feng withdrew her magical power and reminded him, "Guardian Zhang, this man has merely had his Primordial Spirit dispersed. He will likely return shortly."
Zhang Yu said, "Does Guardian Zhu know this man's origins?"
Zhu Feng said, "Though I have never met this