When Yang Fei swung the second whip, Wan Daorong had already flashed thirty meters away.
It was merely a Primordial Spirit Body Avatar, controlling the body of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and in an instant, he had pushed the speed to the limit.
If it weren't for the unique restraining effect of the Soul Binding Rope on the Primordial Spirit Body, he would have abandoned the host's body and the Primordial Spirit Body would have long escaped on its own.
But facing the Soul Binding Rope in Yang Fei's hand, he dared not let the Primordial Spirit Body leave the host's Sea of Consciousness Space.
"Snap!"
A crisp and loud sound spread through the void.
The end of the long whip was only a dozen meters away from Wan Daorong. Although it didn't hit his body, the terrifying Soul Capturing Power was still immensely strong, causing Wan Daorong's Primordial Spirit Body in the Sea of Consciousness Space to tremble violently.
"Immovable Ming King Dharma Body, stabilize!"
