Jiang Hengdao found it increasingly difficult to bring his strength to bear. By now, he was probably only at the peak of the Desolate Realm.
His strength had been forcibly suppressed to this extent by the aura. He had never anticipated this.
As for Xuan Yuanjun, he had all but fallen below the Desolate Realm, leaving him with the strength of someone in the early to middle stages of the Primordial Desolate Realm. The others were in even worse shape.
Jiang Hengdao's strength could still easily overwhelm Xuan Yuanjun and the others, but when the three of them focused entirely on avoiding battle, there was nothing he could do to them.
Outrageous! Jiang Hengdao was utterly furious.
He had never expected Xuan Yuanjun and the others to tie him down.
Only now did he realize that as his internal power continued to be suppressed, his advantage had instead vanished.
Before, when his internal power had not been suppressed, he had believed Xuan Yuanjun and the others had no hope of escaping his pursuit.
But now that his internal power was suppressed, he no longer held that absolute advantage. Even killing one of them had become somewhat difficult.
"Just as I thought." Xuan Yuanjun laughed heartily. "Jiang Hengdao, you may be better adapted to this otherworldly aura than we are, but once it suppresses our internal power to a certain point, it will have more or less reached its limit. So as this aura continues to strengthen, its effect on you will definitely exceed its effect on us. I look forward to your internal power being suppressed another step, narrowing the gap between our strength and yours another step as well. With so many of us fighting you then, it won't be as though we have no chance."
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