"This old body of mine..."
Above the sky, Elder Gongyang showed a pained expression, a faint glow emanating from his brow, as he unleashed his Will Power to resist the terrifying pressure.
Wei Fan's sensation wasn't as intense, but his golden Primordial Spirit felt as if it was being suppressed by a massive boulder, bringing an uncomfortable feeling.
He invoked no skill to ward off this pressure, descending from the sky alongside Elder Gongyang.
"Hall Master, why has the Dao Collapse suddenly accelerated?"
He was already certain that the Dao Collapse had nothing to do with him, and it wasn't because he slaughtered the Beidou Sword King that it accelerated.
Elder Gongyang sat cross-legged on the ground, struggling to look up at the sky, only to see the grand and magnificent Taoist Principles of Qi Daozhen shatter piece by piece and disintegrate, the invisible pressure surging in all directions, impacting the Primordial Spirits of these Martial Kings.
