The attacks from the ancient powerful beings did not cease.
A warrior wielding an ancient sword darted forward, the sword's brilliance tearing through space, attempting to sever Yu Yuan's primordial spirit; another transformed into a giant spirit, lifting a stone hammer and smashing towards Yu Yuan, each blow piercing heaven and earth, stirring up a cloud of dust; there was even one who took the form of a ghostly bird, its wings unfurled and singing high, actually causing the Nine Heavens Stars to tremble, with starlight descending and transforming into chains that bind.
Yu Yuan clenched his teeth, his body silently enduring these tremendously powerful attacks.
Yet, he did not fear, for his physical and primordial spirits were continuously breaking and reforming.
Just then, a voice from the depths of the tribulation clouds, seemingly coming from the cosmic origin, profound and domineering, bore the chilling might of heaven, directly pressing against the soul.
