Suddenly, a strange and terrifying aura was transmitted over. He vaguely saw that the surrounding blood-red tide of slaughter had streaks of yellowish marks within it, giving him a familiar feeling.
Thinking back, wasn't he the one who saw him not long ago at the cemetery outside of Lingxiao City?
It was just that the color of the wind was not that dense, it should have been a level lower than the Corrupted Spirit Wind, it should have been formed from the lingering grievances of the experts that had fallen in ancient battlefield.
At this moment, Ling Yun, who was struggling to hold on, felt as if his scalp had gone numb. It was fine if it was the violent tides of wind formed from killing intent, killing intent, and resentment, but right now, there was also the yin wind, one of the existences which any martial artist would hate to see.
During the process of being swept away by the slaughter tide, Ling Yun saw many black scars, which emitted auras and undulations in the air. It was the spatial fissure, and the slaughter tide had actually cut a mark in the air.
Ling Yun felt a chill down his spine, he was secretly worried, and his face turned pale white.
"spirit of the tower, you're letting me in?" Ling Yun gnashed his teeth as he roared in his heart.
"Sorry, this ancient battlefield is very special, other people can take them in but you can't. Otherwise, the pressure in the air will crush you into pieces.
Not only can't you enter the Sovereign Pagoda, even you, who are not allowed to, will cause the same result. " The spirit of the tower's somewhat helpless voice slowly came over. It paused for a moment, and then said faintly: "So … You better pray for yourself! "
Ling Yun's face darkened, he felt that he had been tricked, he was so angry that he wanted to curse, but there was nothing he could do.
Maintaining a saint artifact, a high Class 5 saint artifact equivalent to a quasi-Saint artifact, and a Class 5 spiritual energy armor was not an easy task. Even though Lingyun's spiritual energy was pure and vigorous, his Aura Sea was extremely abnormal, comparable to a perfect Martial King's reserves, the Aura Sea was still depleting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ling Yun could only clench his teeth and extract the source of spirit energy stored in the Yin Yang Lake. He felt extremely pained, as this was something he had prepared for him to break through the second level of Martial King and awaken a primordial spirit.
However, there was also the spirit of the tower. If Ling Yun couldn't break through, and couldn't control the Sovereign Pagoda soon, it would be very lonely.
However, before the threat of death, he couldn't care less.
Time trickled by slowly. Ling Yun followed the flow of the berserk wave of slaughter, listening to the intense howling of the wind. Sharp ghostly howls and shouts to kill rose one after another from the spiritual space.
"Crack crack."
After an unknown period of time, a clear sound rang in the ears of the dazed Ling Yun, followed by a series of sounds. Ling Yun's face became deathly pale, without a trace of blood.
With a "bang", he was enveloped from head to toe. The spirit pattern engraved armor could no longer hold on and collapsed. One spirit pattern after another flashed for a moment before fading away into a rain of light.
Then, he felt his body lighten. Then, an intense pain that felt like his flesh was being torn apart spread through his body, stimulating his nerves.
The gale of slaughter and the Bone Erosion wind of resentment assaulted him, leaving rows after lines of bone-piercing marks on the strong body of the astral qi as strands of invisible, gray-yellow, bizarre wind invaded his bones …
Even with the endless supply of spiritual energy, maintaining these required a huge amount of energy.