"Ah..." Yang Jian let out a shrill howl, his body trembling violently. One hand clutched his head, while even the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in the other shook as though he could barely hold onto it.
The spectators in the distance were utterly horrified. Every one of them stood dumbfounded, their faces full of disbelief.
What had happened to Yang Jian?
Just moments ago, he had displayed overwhelming divine might and beaten Li Yun's physical body into collapse.
Yet now, he had fallen into such a state.
Moreover, with Yang Jian's formidable willpower, what sort of pain could make him unable to stop himself from crying out?
"Yang Jian!"
"Martial Nephew Yang Jian!"
On the Exposition Sect's side, Guangchengzi, Taiyi True Person, Nezha, and the others all cried out in alarm, their faces filled with worry. Their eyes were likewise full of shock and confusion.
In contrast, on the Intercepting Sect's side—
Wudang Holy Mother, Zhao Gongming, and the others burst into laughter, their faces brimming with excitement and exhilaration.
"This is most likely a primordial spirit and soul attack. Only that could make Yang Jian feel as though he were being torn apart by pain." Zhenyuan the Great had also come to watch the battle. Seeing Yang Jian's condition, he could not help saying so.
Styx Ancestor was watching as well. He looked toward Li Yun in the distance, his gaze turning incomparably grave as he said in a deep voice, "How powerful is Yang Jian's primordial spirit? What kind of attack could cause him such agony?"
"This boy truly must not be underestimated!" Kunpeng, the Demon Master, had also come to watch. Looking at Li Yun in the distance, his eyes held deep wariness.
These invincible veteran quasi-saints had all personally experienced Yang Jian's strength. Precisely because of that,