Qing Chen did not want to burn Yue Chongxiao's fine Foundation Establishment body so readily.
Meanwhile, the Formless Illusion-Annihilation Seal crashed down toward Yue Jiuta with the might to destroy heaven and earth.
Before the seal even arrived, its imposing force had already seized the initiative.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be sucked dry by an invisible hand, instantly forming a deathly silent vacuum.
The immense pressure bore down on Yue Jiuta like Mount Tai, weighing so heavily upon him that even breathing became agonizingly difficult.
Yue Jiuta dared not underestimate it in the slightest. With a loud shout, he unleashed everything he had.
The spiritual tower's radiance surged, its purple light transforming into shield after shield that overlapped before him.
Black and white energy poured from his fingertips, clashing head-on with the Formless Illusion-Annihilation Seal.
But Qing Chen's strike also incorporated the power of essence blood. How could he possibly withstand it so easily?
With an earth-shaking crash, the black and white energy and the tower's shields shattered like fragile glass.
After breaking through the shields, the Formless Illusion-Annihilation Seal lost none of its momentum.
Under Qing Chen's exquisite control, it grazed Yue Jiuta's chest with unstoppable force.
Yue Jiuta felt as though lightning had struck him, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a severed string.
Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, spattering the ground and scattering a glaring mist of crimson.
When he landed heavily, everyone saw that his chest had caved in.
Clearly, an unknown number of his ribs had broken, and he was barely clinging to life.
Yue Chongxiao and Yue Jiuta, both Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivators, now lay on the ground, plainly at death's door.
Their spiritual power ran wild, and their auras had fallen to the Qi Refining