The Venerable White Bone felt a turmoil in his heart, his breath trembling.
He did not understand why Yang Yan had suddenly become so powerful.
He himself was shrouded in a thick sense of crisis, for a time unable to concern himself with the Primordial Spirits he had imprisoned.
Those Evil Spirits, however, cared not about such matters, having been imprisoned for ten thousand years.
Now, the Primordial Spirits were on the verge of dispersing, sustained solely by their inner persistence.
The shackles released, one by one they burned their Primordial Spirits and charged towards White Bone.
The Venerable White Bone's face stiffened, and with a wave of his hand, countless Primordial Spirits turned to ashes.
However, the Karmic Fire upon them did not vanish, relentlessly falling upon the Venerable White Bone.
Only then did the Venerable White Bone's expression change drastically.
