"He just entered the Foundation, perhaps not yet fully accustomed. I still have a chance!" Clenching his teeth, he ignored the rumbling sound and focused entirely on the vortex spinning inside him.
As it spun faster and faster, the layers of the shield were broken one by one. Fang Lin and the other disciples continued their attacks, and time flew by. Soon, half of the shields were gone, but Fang Lin began to feel extremely anxious.
"Not good!"
At that moment, Yan Xiaobao's eighth vortex suddenly stopped.
His eighth Tideflow... was a success!
The eighth Spirit Sea appeared inside him, just above the seventh. Meanwhile, it seemed the ninth vortex was about to appear above in the sky.
"My ninth Tideflow will be... my Immortal Eternal Life Skill!" Yan Xiaobao was driven mad as he put everything on the line. As he invoked the Immortal Eternal Life Skill, a silver light spread out, with faint traces of gold already visible within.
