The all-around, 360-degree protective space created by Clear Sky Body Protection was being mercilessly compressed by the Jiang Mo Seal.
The enormous golden handprint resembled an invisible giant hand, slowly yet irresistibly squeezing the protective space smaller and smaller. Like a giant toying with a rubber ball in its palm, every inch was under its control.
Throughout this process, Clear Sky Body Protection was not merely taking a passive beating.
Like a greedy suction cup, it silently devoured the immense soul power released by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, turning that foreign power into nourishment for itself.
"Hah-" Tang Chen let out a low roar, his muscles taut, as though every inch of his skin were brimming with strength.
He exerted himself suddenly, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands sharply upward.
With that swing, fine cracks began appearing across the seemingly indestructible Jiang Mo Seal.
Those cracks rapidly spread. Then, with a crack, the entire Jiang Mo Seal shattered into countless golden motes of light that dissipated into the air.
Tang Chen leaned on the Clear Sky Hammer, his body trembling slightly as he panted heavily.
Although he had ultimately broken free of his predicament in this exchange, he had paid a considerable price.
Exhaustion covered his face, but an unyielding light shone in his eyes. Whatever challenge he faced, he, Tang Chen, would never readily admit defeat.
Chen Jianjun was also breathing somewhat heavily. He gently closed his right hand around empty air, and the sword instantly rose from the ground, flying steadily back into his grasp.
He remained suspended in midair. This was precisely the marvel of the Jiang Mo Seal-while executing it, a soul master could draw on its power to remain fixed in the air, perhaps because of the opposing thrust generated by the