Boom! The National Master's face turned pale as he retreated three hundred miles with Little Black Tortoise in his hands. After pausing for a moment, he still felt unable to withstand the pressure and retreated a thousand miles away.
The National Master gasped for breath and checked his Primordial Spirit, which had already developed a tiny fissure! Fortunately, he had retreated quickly; otherwise, the damage to his Primordial Spirit might have been irreversible.
The Great Sect Leader, who bore the brunt of the impact, had her Flame clothes exploded by the sound waves. When the ninth thunderous roar sounded, the Great Sect Leader's Primordial Spirit was directly shaken out of her body!
