Then, Yanshen clenched his teeth and desperately drove the energy within his body, trying to break free from this restraint. However, no matter how he struggled, his body still felt as though it were pinned down by a massive mountain, unable to move even the slightest bit.
"Hmph, Yanshen, receive my strike! Opening the Heavens, Form One!" Tongtian let out a cold snort, a flash of absolute resolve crossing his eyes.
The Qingping Sword in his hand carried an unmatched might as it slashed fiercely down toward Yanshen. Yanshen's face turned as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans broke out on his forehead. At this moment, he could feel the breath of death closing in on him step by step. Yet, Yanshen did not give up his resistance; he was still exerting every last ounce of his strength to break free from this locking force.
Chapter 131