"Such dense evil Qi, what are you trying to do? You dare to attempt to erase the Primordial Spirit Imprint of a Saint? You've got some nerve!"
The power of Blood Fiend Force had just entered the Breeze Sweeping Knife when that old voice sounded again, carrying a hint of anger within it.
Jiang Chen ignored it, controlling the Blood Fiend Force to directly fall onto the Primordial Spirit Imprint, which began to be invaded and gradually faded away.
"Damn it! No matter who you are, you're doomed!"
The furious roar sounded again, shaking Jiang Chen's head to the point of dizziness, with golden spots appearing before his eyes and slender cracks emerging in his Sea of Consciousness.
Jiang Chen's face turned pale suddenly, and his brow furrowed tightly.
Truly worthy of being a powerful figure in the Saint Realm, even the residual power in just a single Primordial Spirit Imprint almost shattered his Sea of Consciousness!
Whoosh!
