"Holy Traveler, block it!" The fragments of the white-haired Grandmaster's consciousness roared urgently, pleading for assistance.
The golden silk parasol flew toward him, gradually devouring his scattered consciousness fragments.
He wanted to counterattack, but the golden thread transformed from Yu Gen Sheng pinned him down, suppressing his power. It was terrifying as he watched himself being consumed.
After Qin Ming clashed with the Holy Traveler, he found himself pushed to desperation, viewing it as a survival fight at the brink of death, going completely berserk. Additionally, with the Holy Traveler's "Entanglement Technique," the two were locked in a bloody battle, inseparable.
"No..." The white-haired Grandmaster was terrified, still wanting to survive, thinking that if the Holy Traveler won, he might be able to recover.
In fact, even if the Holy Traveler took action, he couldn't resolve the calamity of the golden thread for the white-haired Grandmaster.
