Nangong Tiance shouted a reminder and simultaneously summoned an Ancient Bronze Mirror to protect his divine sense.
However, oddly enough, as the soul storm swept over the many Black Armored Warriors, they remained unharmed, still maintaining the array's operation.
Only Nangong Tiance was hit like a lightning strike, his body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Pfft..."
The blood stained his Purple Gold Python Robe, and Nangong Tiance was horrified to find his cultivation of centuries rapidly vanishing.
The abundant spiritual power of the Earth King Realm was gushing out from his body like a breached dam.
"You... what have you done to me?!"
Nangong Tiance's voice trembled as he helplessly watched his cultivation drop below the Human King Realm, still falling.
Gu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold.
"It's merely reclaiming what was given to you back then. That Daoist Rhythm was mine to plant, and now I'm taking it back. Why not?"
