In front of Ye Zhen's primordial spirit, akin to a three-inch-four wee child, a small blade of pure primordial spirit, forged by Ye Zhen using divine sense and imbued with four-colored primordial spirit power, slowly but resolutely cut towards the primordial spirit.
At the instant the small blade sliced into Ye Zhen's primordial spirit, his originally determined face twisted with pain.
The change in Ye Zhen's true body, sitting cross-legged nearby, was even more severe.
His entire face contorted grotesquely due to the agony piercing deep into his divine soul, transforming his expression into that resembling a ferocious ghost.
This sight made the little demons hidden in the corners of the great hall and the small cat on the beams worry endlessly.
Yet, with instincts and spirit communication akin to that of human warriors, they merely watched, uttering not a sound despite their great concern.
