The struggle was indescribable, even a slight delay could spell irresponsibility towards one's own life.
The only chance for survival was to break the array hub, create chaos, and then escape.
In the blink of an eye, the sharp light in Jiang Shu's eyes intensified.
He had made up his mind.
Maintaining the stance of suppressing and destroying the array hub, his hands' Dao Rhythms suddenly changed, reclaiming most of the Taichu Qi, leaving only a part to protect himself against the entangling light bands.
Desolate Will suddenly exploded, like a gray tsunami, fiercely sweeping towards the core of the array hub.
The dark red core light flickered frantically, the vortex's rotation abruptly paused, large swathes of forcibly extracted Spiritual Light screamed as they turned into nothingness under the gray erosion.
At the same time, he let out a roar, a voice full of immense energy and blood resounded throughout the Thousand Streams Creek.
