The Time Daoist felt a flash of panic for the first time.
From the opening of the relics, to guiding everyone in, and the mutual slaughter among them, everything was within his calculations, without any major mistakes.
But at the moment of possession, a big problem occurred.
A mysterious force surged, dismembering the Primordial Spirit, dissolving it, about to digest it.
"No, no, what kind of demonic thing is this!"
A trace of anger flashed across the Time Daoist's face as he urged a Secret Technique to counterattack.
Buzz buzz!
A massive Soul Power erupted, tearing through the void, destroying everything.
Even with only the Primordial Spirit remaining, it held significant destructive power.
