Venerable Changchun had broken through!
At this very moment, the changes in Changchun Valley and the surrounding regions all revealed this fact.
Thus, after the five Sixth Rank alien experts recovered from their shock, they cried out in panic, "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Old Ghost Changchun has broken through!"
As soon as the words fell, the five of them began fleeing desperately with no regard for anything else.
But how could Zhou Chun and the others easily allow the tiger to return to the mountain? They immediately gave chase with all their might.
Just then, Venerable Changchun's voice rang out from within Changchun Valley.
"Since you've all come, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Before his voice had faded, a spear, a ruler, and a vine flew out of Changchun Valley.
The green bamboo spear was the fastest. In the blink of an eye, it appeared beside the fleeing Golden Horn Dragon Saint and viciously pierced through the Sixth Rank dragon scales he took such pride in.
Countless emerald branches then grew from the wound, feeding on his blood and spiritual power as they proliferated wildly, trying to bind him!
The Golden Horn Dragon Saint desperately urged the power of Great Dao Law of the Metal Element he had mastered to annihilate those branches.
However, the branches were astonishingly resilient. He had only just annihilated part of them when even more branches quickly sprouted and grew.
Moreover, the green bamboo spear embedded in his body continued releasing a strange power of decay, rotting his True Blood Dao Body and making him feel like a piece of spoiled meat that was slowly putrefying. Even his demon soul and Primordial Spirit were affected.
Was this the strength of a late Spirit Transformation cultivator?
The Golden Horn Dragon Saint was both