Rumble...
Senior Evil's palm thundered, echoing like rolling thunder, as if a mountain's weight was crushing down, confining the Primordial Spirit.
Immediately followed, a force of void emerged, wanting to extract Ye Beichen's Primordial Spirit.
With a mountainous pressure and void captivity, such power could directly affect the Celestial Master's Primordial Spirit, the terror of which is unimaginable.
Even from a thousand-meter distance, Zhang Fan and Qi Delong turned pale, feeling as if their own Primordial Spirits were being called forth, about to be engulfed by the intertwining fingers of that mighty hand.
"Spirit Lake Prison!"
In an instant, a light emerged from the space three inches between Ye Beichen's brows, like a mirror forming on a lake, shimmering and restraining the emerging Primordial Spirit within, as if in a cage.
