"The Thirteen Zodiacs, with humans at the head, because humans have the power to suppress the Twelve Zodiacs."
At this moment, a gentle yet lethal voice resonates from the vast night, soft yet unrelenting in its resolve.
In the next instant, the colossal figure in the sky seems to vanish as if in hiding, disappearing without a trace.
However, the black clouds churn and grow ever more violent, with streaks of thunder sweeping across like raging dragons, tearing through the firmament.
Roar...
Before the dilapidated Daoist Temple, the youth's Primordial Spirit lets out a painful roar, as a bolt of lightning crashes down like the wrath of heaven itself, striking the Primordial Spirit, causing layers of blazing fire to rise.
The intense flames spread along the mysterious lines on the Primordial Spirit, bringing with them irreversible damage.
