At that moment, the fist seal lit up, unexpectedly stirring the Dao Laws contained within the Emperor Furnace, making its operation sluggish and greatly reducing its might. Even the divine radiance covering it dimmed somewhat.
Pfft!
Feathered Immortal Lord seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and stared at Tan Lin in disbelief.
How was this possible?!
He knew this man could battle Supreme Beings and possessed heaven-shaking combat strength, but Tan Lin was clearly gravely wounded. His aura was weak, his left arm was nearly crippled, the sword wound on his shoulder was deep enough to expose bone, and Imperial Dao Laws were still eroding him...
Yet that casual sweep just now had been effortless, but it contained an indescribable Dao rhythm. It was as though all myriad Daos had to make way with every gesture he made.
This was absolutely not a method that someone gravely wounded could wield!
"You... your injuries..."
Feathered Immortal Lord's voice trembled.
Tan Lin did not answer. He released the hand he had placed upon the Immortal Ascension Cauldron, turned, and looked at Feathered Immortal Lord, as well as the Feathered Immortal Dynasty cultivators around them, who were trembling in silence and staring at him with bloodless faces.
Then, without another word, he merely raised his uninjured right hand and pressed down through the air.
Boom...
The next instant,
Crimson-gold Dao patterns emerged in the void, weaving into a vast net that blotted out the sky and covered the earth as it descended upon Feathered Immortal Lord and every Feathered Immortal Dynasty cultivator nearby.
"No! You can't do this... We bear no grudge against each other. The Immortal Ascension Cauldron is already yours... I only beg that you spare our lives!"
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