That punch burned through her life.
An ordinary cultivator who burned five hundred years of lifespan would have exhausted their Spiritual Power on the spot and withered into an old person.
But burning through her lifespan was the one thing Su Yueli feared least.
She possessed an Immortal Longevity Body. To her, lifespan was nothing more than a meaningless string of numbers.
Her meridians, somewhat shriveled by her injuries, instantly filled with surging crimson Qi and Blood as her vast lifespan transformed into power.
The force was so immense that it even pressed the cracks in her Golden Bones back together.
"Break!"
Su Yueli gritted her teeth and threw a punch!
There was no fancy fist intent behind it—only brute force bought with five hundred years of lifespan, a force that defied all reason.
Where her fist passed, the chains of space the old ancestor had formed with the Immortal Mirror shattered inch by inch, ringing out like breaking glass.
"How is this possible?!"
The wind from her punch struck the old ancestor head-on. As though dealt a heavy blow, he flew backward and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at the scene, his eyes full of disbelief.
That masked lunatic had blown up half her Martial Soul and burned at least several hundred years of lifespan. Why had her Qi and Blood grown even more violent instead of weakening?
By the time he managed to steady himself, wipe the blood from his mouth, and look up, a vast black gash had opened in the space before him.
Su Yueli had already become a streak of blood-red light. She slipped through the rift in space and vanished into the distance.
"Cough, cough..."
The old ancestor clutched the Immortal Mirror, now marred by hairline cracks, and trembled all over.