"How could this be? How is this possible?!"
"That's right, he's only at the early Condensed Essence stage! How could he possibly block it!"
A trace of panic appeared in Old Devil's eyes. With a thought, he began considering escape.
But before he could act, Chen Huai'an had already raised a hand and seized his wrist in a crushing grip.
The heavy force of that grip hurt Old Devil badly, while Chen Huai'an's next words made his heart quake violently.
"That old Daoist was indeed right. The one dying here today won't be just him. You too."
Hearing this, Old Devil could no longer spare any thought for Chen Huai'an's identity. Decisively, he severed one of his arms, transformed into a cloud, and fled toward the horizon.
As he escaped, he even employed a blood escape technique, increasing his wind-riding speed severalfold.
Whoosh—
But just as he neared the sea of clouds in the sky, he was suddenly swallowed by a gale and rainstorm rising rapidly from below.
Under the influence of this abnormal weather, let alone continuing to flee, even maintaining his balance in the air became exceedingly difficult.
Old Devil's state of mind was already in turmoil, and his eyes brimmed with terror.
For he could clearly sense that the gale and rainstorm trapping him was not caused by any spell, but by some special existence stirring the wind and clouds with unimaginable brute strength.
What kind of terrifying existence could rely solely on physical strength to create such a vast celestial phenomenon, one capable of sealing away a spiritual connection cultivator?
Old Devil's thoughts raced, yet the despair gradually rising in his heart left him afraid to think any further.
However, no matter what thoughts filled his mind now, it was already too late.
In a daze,