Helian Yunji's neck vertebrae crackled continuously as he was forced to lower his head.
He struggled with all his might, veins popping on his neck, his face flushed red, yet he still couldn't stop himself from bowing down.
As a Great Grandmaster, how could he easily submit like this?
Lines of Immortal Runes densely covered Helian Yunji's body, with immortal fog spiraling around him, a deluge of radiant rain surged from his flesh, as if about to ascend in flight.
However, despite exerting all his efforts, he seemed only to pierce through the fog, catching a glimpse of his opponent's hazy yet terrifying true form, as unattainable as a Heavenly God.
For a moment, Helian Yunji truly felt what despair meant.
He exhausted all his strength only to witness the truth, realizing the vast difference between them.
