Heavenly Wind bites with frost.
Like knives, like steel, gnawing the bones and obliterating the soul.
Above the high heavens, a formidable Taoist figure continuously climbs, climbs, and climbs even higher.
At this moment, Yi Chen's cultivation has soared to its limit, even the Soul Ignition Technique has been fiercely unleashed, and his expression is becoming increasingly bold and unconstrained.
A terrifying 'aura' disperses from atop his Cultivation Body.
The dreadful Heavenly Will Gang Wind gathered into raging waves, a mad rush towards his Cultivation Body, as if trying to entirely annihilate the arrogant figure before them and reclaim their authority.
Gazing down from on high, layers upon layers of celestial wonders continuously bombard the body of the Taoist, sparking dazzling and magnificent red lights in their struggle against his Protective Extreme Origin.
