"Roar!!!"
Just as the white-robed elder's Primordial Spirit froze in a daze, White Tiger opened his great maw and let out a thunderous roar.
In an instant, boundless baleful energy surged forth. The white-robed elder's Primordial Spirit abruptly changed expression. He felt as though a million-jin force had struck him, his mind went blank, and he was hurled straight out of Yu Huatian's mind.
"Pfft!"
The instant his Primordial Spirit was struck, the white-robed elder turned deathly pale, and another mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.
He looked up and saw that his Primordial Spirit had grown exceedingly weak, far more insubstantial than before, as though it might dissipate at any moment.
Horror filled the white-robed elder's face, and indescribable terror gripped his heart. He hurriedly recalled his Primordial Spirit, then stared fixedly at Yu Huatian and cried in alarm:
"What the hell is living in your sea of consciousness?!"
"Didn't you see it yourself? How did it feel?" Yu Huatian chuckled.
Then, without waiting for the elder to answer, he slashed with his sword.
Boom!
Nine Swords Stacked! Terrifying sword momentum swept toward the elder once more.
The elder's expression changed sharply, and he immediately swung his fly whisk to block.
The fly whisk was presumably a magical artifact as well. As the elder infused it with magical power, a clear white radiance shone from it.
But in a mere instant, the radiance was swallowed by sword qi.
Then the sword qi exploded, sending endless streams spilling in all directions. As though struck by ten thousand mountains, the elder spat blood again and was sent flying backward.
Bang!
At the same time, the fly whisk in his hand shattered.
With two magical artifacts destroyed in succession, the elder was left dumbstruck.
But before he could react, another terrifying