A Primordial Spirit attack?
Yu Huatian smiled when he saw Yan Fei turn his Primordial Spirit into a sword and slash at him.
Ever since becoming a Heavenly Being, Primordial Spirit attacks had been what he feared least.
Indeed, quite a few enemies had invaded his Primordial Spirit only to suffer themselves, ultimately allowing him to kill them instead.
Yan Fei's father, Mo Yiming, had been one such example.
Yet now, Yan Fei still had no idea he was courting death. Did he think that fusing with the Demonic Sword and strengthening his Primordial Spirit gave him the right to invade Yu Huatian's Sea of Consciousness and launch a Primordial Spirit attack?
He truly had a death wish.
"A Primordial Spirit attack?"
Yu Huatian sneered disdainfully and opened his Sea of Consciousness of his own accord. "Come! I'll show you what a real Primordial Spirit attack looks like!"
Primordial Spirit attacks had always been silent and imperceptible.
Although it exerted a terrifying pressure, the Demonic Sword formed from Yan Fei's Primordial Spirit caused no disturbance. It passed soundlessly through the void, slashing swiftly toward Yu Huatian's Sea of Consciousness.
Yu Huatian remained utterly unafraid. He neither retaliated nor showed any intention of defending or dodging. Instead, he opened his Sea of Consciousness himself and waited for Yan Fei's attack.
With the Five Elements Sacred Beasts occupying his Sea of Consciousness, Yu Huatian feared no Primordial Spirit attack.
Although Yan Fei's current Primordial Spirit attack gave Yu Huatian a powerful sense of pressure, he was not the slightest bit worried.
On the contrary, a Union with the Dao Realm Primordial Spirit ought to give the Five Sacred Beasts a hearty meal, shouldn't it?
Yu Huatian watched with a sneer.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Five Sacred Beasts were already raring