The Soaring Dragon of the Five Stars was indeed like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, except that it was facing downwards. Furthermore, a totem in the shape of a dragon could be vaguely seen. It was rumbling violently as it came crashing down.
The taller halls of the Parting Hatred Palace were smashed and collapsed by the strong wind that came first.
"Yan Li, what … what do we do?" Ji Hyun-woon came to Yan Li's side and asked anxiously.
Yan Li looked around and saw that all the experts of the Parting Hatred Palace, including Ji Polu, were entangled by the Fengtian Sect and had no time to deal with the Soaring Dragon of the Five Stars.
However, even Yuan Fulun, who was at the Sixth Realm, could barely handle the Four Stars. What could they do?
As the "General's Order" was about to end, his gaze fell on the Se.
This Se had its own will. It had its own judgment on what kind of person could play it and what kind of person couldn't.
Since he could play it, did it mean that he had been acknowledged?
He looked up at the four super experts of the Fengtian Sect who were being suppressed by his own strength. He took a deep breath and said, "Block them, let me try!"
"Then hurry up, I can't hold on for long!" Ji Hyun-woon gritted his teeth and used the same trick to block the Fengtian Sect's advance.
Yan Li turned his spear to the sky.
However, at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.
There was always a huge price to pay for being strong.
While he was playing, his vital energy was being consumed. The huge amount of vital energy in the Impartation State was used up in less than a quarter of an hour.
How could he stop the Soaring Dragon of the Five Stars?
He secretly sensed the Dragon God Ring. Previously, he had used up all the energy and only had time to replenish a little for emergencies. It was impossible to replenish the vital energy in his Source Sea.
Seeing that Ji Hyun-woon was having a hard time holding on, and the Soaring Dragon of the Five Stars had already descended to a certain height, he sighed and gave up struggling. He didn't care about exposing his identity and was about to mobilize the power of death hatred when he heard a chuckling voice.
"Brother Yan, you look very troubled. Do you need my help?"
Turning his head, he saw Zhang Yifeng, whom he had not seen for a long time, standing behind him, grinning. It seemed that he had not changed much from the first time they met, but in that smile, there was a hint of slyness.
Yan Xinli instinctively felt a chill down his spine. He asked, "How can you help?"
"I can help you stop this meteorite," Zhang Yifeng said confidently.
"How?" Yan Li asked.
Zhang Yifeng shook his robe. Just as Yan Li thought he was going to take out some treasure, he pointed at Yan Li's right arm and said, "Have you forgotten something?"
"What did you forget?" Yan Li couldn't remember.
"Primordial Voice," Zhang Yifeng said.
Yan Li's mind lit up. He suddenly tore off his right sleeve, revealing a small mark of Ancient Se on his arm. If it was magnified, it would undoubtedly be the Primordial Voice itself.
He frowned and said, "You mean, I have unintentionally obtained the recognition of the Primordial Voice, so as long as I master the method, I don't need to use my Vital Qi?"
Seeing Zhang Yifeng clap his hands with a smile, he was greatly inspired. "Tell me how to do it!"
"No, Brother Yan misunderstood." Unexpectedly, Zhang Yifeng shrugged his shoulders, "Even if it is an Immortal Artifact, it requires True Qi to activate it, not to mention an antique like the Primordial Lost Sound. If it does not use True Qi to activate it, it would not even be able to produce a sound."
"Then why are you clapping your hands!" Yan Li wanted to kick him, but he felt the pressure on his head getting stronger and stronger. He could only urge, "Forget it, hurry up and tell me what this mark is for. How can I use it!"
Zhang Yifeng smiled and said, "Why didn't Brother Yan notice it at all? This mark is Lihen Heaven itself."
"What?" Yan Li couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears. "You can't be trying to say that I can directly use the power of Stellar Source from Lihen Heaven, right?"
"In theory, that's right." Zhang Yifeng smiled.
"Hurry up and teach me how to do it!" Yan Li couldn't help but feel his mouth go dry. He couldn't even imagine the scene of an entire Blessed Enclave's power of Stellar Source at his disposal.
Zhang Yifeng smiled and said, "But it's now sunk under the desert. It's a little dangerous for you to find it."
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Yan Li glared at him angrily. "Hurry up and tell me how to stop the meteor!"
"Lihen Palace itself is also a Blessed Enclave. Coincidentally, you have the mark of Lihen Heaven on you, so you can absorb enough Vital Qi through the remaining Great Array of Lihen Heaven …"
"As for the specific method …" Zhang Yifeng suddenly clapped his hand on Yan Li's back. "Look at my Boundless Will of the Heavenly Way, Art of Gathering Spirit of the Heavens!"
Yan Li felt an ocean of Vital Qi rush into him, so much so that he couldn't breathe. Even his consciousness fell into a trance.
When he came back to his senses, he subconsciously played a note. The note turned into a flying sword, piercing through the air at an unbelievable speed and smashing something in the distance.
Eh?
The thing that was smashed was obviously not the Soaring Dragon.
If the Soaring Dragon could be smashed so easily, it would probably be called the Glass Orb of the Seven Stars.
The Soaring Dragon was already infinitely close to the ground.
At this time, Yan Li suddenly realized that it was already too late to gather Vital Qi.
Bang!
But suddenly, the sound of a mirror shattering rang through the sky. The Soaring Dragon was actually smashed into smithereens like a glass orb, turning into a drizzle that floated down. It didn't have the slightest bit of power left.
This kind of drizzle, forget about smashing someone to death, even an ant would only arrogantly wave its antennae and make a look of disdain.
Looking closely, he saw that Ji Polu had unknowingly been standing in the air, slowly retracting his fist.
"Long live the Overlord!"
After a moment of silence, a wave of cheers erupted. Morale rose like a rainbow.
"What's going on?" As Zhang Yifeng retracted his fist, Yan Li could finally speak.
Zhang Yifeng said indifferently, "This Celestial Sect's leader is very cunning. Through continuous attacks, he created a huge vacuum to deceive the Overlord's senses. That sword strike of yours just happened to create an opening in that vacuum. "
Yan Li said in realization, "It's not that the Overlord can't escape, he just can't sense it."
He then frowned suspiciously, "How do you know? Also, why are you in Parting Hatred Palace? "
Zhang Yifeng shrugged and said, "I hit it off with Brother Yuan the moment I met him. I'm now a guest under his sect. Don't you know?"
"Oh?" Yan Li said sarcastically, "As a guest, you really know the rules. You know not to steal the prestige of the host."
"Now that the crisis is over, why don't you help the little heir?" Zhang Yifeng suddenly laughed.
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