The moment the Spirit Turtle Shield was formed, Su Zimo leaped into the Dharmic power vortex with Night Spirit in his arms.
Almost at the same time, the attacks of the experts of the Primordial Six Races and Di Fan's Great Chaos Essence Palm landed on the Spirit Turtle Shield!
Boom!
There was a deafening bang!
A bedazzling light burst forth from the point of collision, forming a semicircular light barrier that expanded rapidly in all directions!
The mud on the ground churned and sand and rocks flew!
Rumble!
Boom! Cracks appeared on the mountains around Heaven and Earth Valley and they collapsed one after another. Countless boulders rolled down and the mountains collapsed!
Even the cultivators who had already hidden far away to watch the battle felt deafened instantly and could not hear anything.
The power released by that collision was way too strong!
Some Conjoint Body Mighty Figures were pale.
Notwithstanding the power at the center of the collision, even the remnant power that spread out could kill them if they could not dodge in time!
"The power of a Half-Martial Ancestor is practically destroying the world!"
"Dao Lord Araki Takeshi will definitely die against such a terrifying power!"
As the cultivators discussed, they tried their best to keep their eyes open and look towards the center of the battlefield!
Amidst the billowing dust, a blurry figure could be vaguely seen. His hair was scarlet like flames and although his legs were deeply buried in the mud, his spine was still upright and refused to bend!
"He's not dead yet?"
The experts of the Primordial Six Races looked at everything in disbelief.
That turtle shell was able to defend against such a terrifying attack!
If a Half-Martial Ancestor of the human race was here, he would be smashed into dregs as well!
Su Zimo rejoiced internally.
Thankfully, he was the first to awaken the pure defensive innate divine power of the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.
Most likely, only the divine powers of the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness could defend against that attack!
Otherwise, there were no methods, Dharmic weapons, divine powers or trump cards that could defend against that attack with his two true bodies!
Although the bronze square tripod was indestructible, the remnant power was enough to shatter the true bodies of the Dragons hiding within!
Of course, although the Spirit Turtle Shield had blocked most of the power, it was still the full-powered attack of more than a hundred Primordial Races and Half-Martial Ancestors. The true bodies of the Dragons did not have it easy either.
The Dragons' true bodies supported the Spirit Turtle Shield with both hands. Most of the dragon scales on their bodies had fallen off and fresh blood seeped out!
This time, his bones and tendons felt like they were about to break. He could no longer feel his arms, and his chest was badly mangled. His Qi and blood were severely depleted, and he had almost no strength left.
Cracks had already appeared on the Spirit Turtle Shield.
This wasn't a crack on the tortoise shell, it was really broken!
"Not dead yet?"
Di Fan attacked again.
The true bodies of the Dragons used the last of their strength to pull their legs out of the soil. They leaped into the magic vortex behind them and disappeared.
Di Fan transformed into a huge palm and instantly reached into the vortex of mana, wanting to capture the true bodies of the Dragons!
Back when Su Zimo tore apart the Major Transference Talisman, Di Fan chased after him into the spatial tunnel and crippled Su Zimo's body!
However, this time round, Di Fan's expression changed.
When his palm entered the Dharmic power vortex, it was as though he had sunk into a bottomless ocean, a mysterious and vast starry sky.
The true bodies of the Dragons were like specks of dust within – he could not capture them at all!
Although this beast hide was incomplete, it was engraved with an ancient teleportation formation that was much more advanced than the Major Transference Talisman!
If a Mahayana Patriarch were to attack, he might be able to capture the traces of the true bodies of the Dragons.
He could not sense the power of a Half-Martial Ancestor!
Di Fan retracted his palm and his gaze flickered with a furious expression!
As a Half-Martial Ancestor, the Dharma Daojun was as insignificant as an ant in his eyes.
However, he had attacked twice and even his true body had descended this time round. Yet, this ant still managed to escape right under his nose!
"Let's see where you can escape to!"
Di Fan was enraged and attacked brazenly. The Great Chaos Essence Palm descended onto the Dharmic power vortex like a gigantic millstone!
"The three of you can stay in the void turbulence forever!"
Boom!
The Dharmic power vortex could not withstand it and was shattered by the Great Chaos Essence Palm instantly. It collapsed and turned into nothingness before vanishing!
Once the spatial tunnel shattered, it would mean that the teleportation failed and the person being teleported would be exiled into the dark and cold void turbulence without light – they might never be able to return to Tianhuang Mainland!
That was not all.
The void turbulence was extremely frightening and even the bodies of some Conjoint Body Mighty Figures would be torn into pieces easily if they entered!
Di Fan's expression was cold.
Although he did not manage to kill Su Zimo personally, banishing the three of them to the endless void was enough to vent the hatred in his heart!
Su Zimo's two true bodies and Night Spirit were behind the spatial tunnel. Suddenly, they felt a terrifying external force descend and the spatial tunnel shattered instantly!
The true bodies of the Dragons were pulled away by a powerful suction force and disappeared before Qinglian's true body uncontrollably.
Qinglian's true body was alarmed!
He hurriedly took off his storage bag and threw it into his consciousness.
Immediately after, a powerful void turbulence surged in and started attacking Qinglian's true body and Night Spirit.
"Ah!"
Qinglian's true body shouted and felt as though his entire body was being torn apart. Even with the toughness of Qinglian's true body, he felt as though he was about to be torn into pieces by the omnipresent tearing force!
He could not control his body and arms at all and only felt his embrace lighten.
He and Night Spirit were completely scattered by the void turbulence!
Under the gaze of Qinglian's true body, Night Spirit quickly sank into the depths of the dark and cold void and disappeared.
Under this terrifying tearing force, his consciousness gradually sank as well.
Suddenly!
A sacred Buddhist light descended and landed on his body, forming a golden barrier on the surface of Qinglian's true body.
A thought flashed through Su Zimo's mind. However, he lost consciousness immediately after and floated in the dark and cold void.
In a daze, Su Zimo's consciousness did not wake up.
His surroundings were sometimes cold and sometimes warm.
Sometimes, it was as though he was in an endless abyss that kept sinking. Other times, it was as though he was floating on a boundless sea.
After an unknown period of time, Su Zimo's consciousness gradually returned.
Although he did not open his eyes, he was gradually waking up.
Countless memories of the battle in Heaven and Earth Valley surged into his mind. Finally, he saw a sacred Buddhist light in the dark void.
There were many things that Su Zimo did not have time to think about when he was on the battlefield, fighting against cultivators and experts of the primordial races.
However, at this moment, his consciousness returned and he gradually regained consciousness. There was an answer to many of his doubts.
In the battle, a thought flashed through his mind that he seemed to have overlooked something.
It was only now that he realized that he had not overlooked anything, but a person!
Monk Daming!
In the Grand Primordium Ancient Temple, Monk Daming had once told him that he no longer needed to use the Grand Primordium Ancient Temple as bait to refine his bloodline. That bloodline was no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.
At that time, Su Zimo did not think too much about it.
Now that he thought about it, a battlefield like Heaven and Earth Valley was the perfect place for Monk Daming to refine his blood!
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