"Hand over the Devouring Orb and I'll let you leave alive. Otherwise, die!" The black-robed old man said gloomily. His last word was extremely cold.
When the black-robed man saw that Yi Feng was still looking at him with a sneer, his anger surged. He used the Spirit Assimilation Technique again. It contained the power of space. He wanted to kill Yi Feng in one fell swoop.
"Let's see how you're going to take this," the black-robed man sneered.
"He can't take it, but do you think I can't?" The man on the throne sneered. He changed his hand seals and a surge of power burst out, colliding with the black-robed man's attack.
When the two forces collided, the surroundings were flattened. There was not a single place left unscathed.
"The power of space? A monarch's soul? "The black-robed old man stared at the man on the throne with wide eyes. He was in disbelief. He clearly sensed that the black-robed man was only slightly stronger than the peak of the Exalt stage. There was a huge gap between him and a monarch. But how could the black-robed man use the power of space? And he was even more proficient at it than he was.
"Hmph!"
The man on the throne did not explain. He used a secret technique to block the black-robed man and raised his strength to the level of a demi-monarch. Although he was still far from a monarch, he could use the power of space. With his cultivation back then, he was naturally more proficient at using the power of space than the black-robed man.
The black-robed man took a deep breath and stared straight at the man on the throne. Although there was some apprehension in his eyes, he was not too worried. Spirit Assimilators had an innate suppressive effect on souls. In addition, the black-robed man was far weaker than him. It was only a matter of time before the black-robed man dealt with him.
"I just happen to lack a powerful soul to refine an Enchantment Pill. If I capture you, I can refine one," the black-robed man sneered.
That sentence made the man on the throne burn with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "You deserve to die!"
After he finished speaking, the man on the throne started to form seals even faster. At the same time, waves of energy surged and condensed. In the void, a huge vortex was formed. Such a terrifying vortex gradually started to crack under the pressure of the man on the throne. With the strength of the man on the throne, it was somewhat troublesome to control such a huge vortex.
However, as the man on the throne shouted, a strange energy fused into the vortex. The vortex that was about to collapse immediately shrank, condensing into a terrifying energy that wrapped around the man on the throne's arm.
When the black-robed man saw this, his heart turned heavy. He had already confirmed that the man on the throne was an Ancient Soul Body. Judging from the power he had just displayed, it was very likely that he had used an Ancient Mystic Technique.
Just this name alone was enough for him to take it seriously.
The man on the throne, surrounded by terrifying energy, swung his arm viciously at the black-robed man. His fingers turned into claws as he clawed at his opponent's vitals.
The black-robed man's figure suddenly retreated. His eyes were full of seriousness. He also used the Soul Sucking Technique to meet the man on the throne.
"Boom …"
A thunderous sound rang out. When the man on the throne shattered his opponent's Soul Assimilation Technique, his expression changed. Streams of energy rushed out and blocked his mind. Muffled sounds appeared in his mind.
"You're just an Ancient Powerhouse. You can even detect my hidden Soul Assimilation Technique." The black-robed man looked at the man on the throne with respect. He had used this technique to kill many Powerhouses, but this time, it was easily blocked by the man on the throne.
"However, a Soul Body is still a Soul Body. If you haven't reached the Monarch Rank, it doesn't matter how powerful your martial skills are. It's useless."
After he finished speaking, the black-robed man's aura skyrocketed. Streams of soul power surged out and stacked around him like waves. The surrounding spiritual energy crazily surged into his surroundings. The terrifying spiritual energy condensed into a huge fist and then hammered at the man on the throne.
Wherever the huge fist passed, there was no wind whistling. The entire void was dead silent. Only the void could be seen collapsing. Under this huge pressure, the ground was pressed down by several meters.
This terrifying pressure made the man on the throne's expression change. The energy wrapped around his arm was even more terrifying. He looked at the heavy fist and directly met it. At the same time, he used several secret techniques to increase his strength.
"Bang … …"
The two forces collided crazily. At the place where the two forces collided, there was no burst of energy. Instead, a crack was torn open. A one-meter wide black hole appeared out of thin air. All the bursting energy was sucked into the black hole.
Yi Feng looked at the black hole and swallowed hard. He didn't expect that the collision of the two forces of space and energy could tear the space apart. Such a terrifying power was beyond his reach.
"Only a Monarch Rank can do this."
Yi Feng was very eager. He had never been so eager to reach the Monarch Rank. In the face of this power, the Monarch Rank was simply vulnerable. Yi Feng now understood why the old man wanted to intimidate those old guys to deal with him. He couldn't resist the attack of a Monarch Rank.
In the end, the man on the throne wasn't a match for the black-robed man. Under this attack, although he seemed to be able to resist, his Soul Body became much more illusory. Obviously, he was seriously injured.
The man on the throne quickly retreated. Looking at Yi Feng who was still standing in the same place, he couldn't help but say anxiously, "Hurry up and leave. I can't hold on for long. I can only buy you some time."
The man on the throne was secretly anxious. Yi Feng hadn't escaped. If Yi Feng was killed by the other party, he would be destroyed because of the spiritual imprint. He could only think of a way to escape if Yi Feng left.
However, what the man on the throne didn't understand was that Yi Feng didn't care about his reminder at all. He just looked at the man on the throne coldly.
"Tsk tsk … You want to escape?" The black-robed man sneered. Looking at the man on the throne who had become much more illusory, he used the Spirit Assimilation Technique again. "You all stay here?"
The man on the throne looked at the Spirit Assimilation Technique attacking him and quickly retreated. He shouted at Yi Feng, "Hurry up and leave!"
"Humph! Then you'll have to ask if I agree or not! "
The black-robed man was also afraid that Yi Feng would really escape, so he diverted a part of his attention to deal with Yi Feng. He used the Spirit Assimilation Technique directly. Wherever the Spirit Assimilation Technique passed, the space collapsed and was destroyed.
Yi Feng still looked at the black-robed man in a daze. The man on the throne looked at Yi Feng, who was standing there motionless, and said angrily, "Are you stupid? Hurry up and dodge! "
It was no wonder that the man on the throne was so anxious. This power was surging and terrifying. It was definitely not something that Yi Feng could resist. Under this attack, Yi Feng's soul body would probably be destroyed. If Yi Feng's soul body was destroyed, even if he didn't die, he would definitely lose 50% of his original soul.
Looking at the energy that was about to hit Yi Feng, Yi Feng just snorted and said, "If you don't make a move now, there will be no one for you to bully. No one will explain the meaning of life to you anymore. "
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