The three-headed, six-armed Divine Martial Dao Aspect, its Evil Qi soaring into the heavens, instinctively erupted, attempting to manifest and resist the supreme pressure.
However…
The six-armed illusion had barely solidified its outline and only a flicker of True Martial Divine Light had risen when a formless, gentle power that pierced straight to the core of his being swept over him.
Like snow melting in spring, the ferocious Divine Martial Dao Foundation—powerful enough to clash head-on with a Golden Body—was silently and utterly suppressed, forced back into the depths of Xu Yunfan's body.
Impossible to break free!
Impossible to resist!
At this moment, the gap was no longer about the magnitude of their power, but a fundamental disparity in their very essence.
It was a suppression of pure hierarchical standing.
