The wax-faced man stopped his actions; after consecutive tests, his heart was like a mud ox entering the sea without response.

No need to test further; Han Yu not only has a big secret, but even his sea of consciousness is extraordinary.

How could a normal person have such a vast sea of consciousness!

Sea of consciousness is just a concept, not really vast as the sea!

Moreover, who has a sea of consciousness so pitch-black?

Bring back Han Yu and kill these ants!

The wax-faced man had made up his mind; the Nine Sects had been restless all these years, and it was time to kill some.

"Ping, quickly intervene!"

The Artifact Spirit urgently exclaimed, as the opponent was already preparing to act against Han Yu.

Within the sea of consciousness, mist suddenly receded, leaving only a covering over the bottle before retreating like a tide.

After retracting the mist, the bottle began to emit a gentle radiance, and suddenly soared up like Mount Tai, crashing onto the sea of consciousness.

Puff!

Outside, the wax-faced man was about to imprison Han Yu when suddenly a mouthful of blood splashed on his face.

Han Yu, jolted by the shock, suddenly awoke, and the next moment, his head throbbed with pain, nearly causing him to lose control over his bodily functions.

"I asked you to intervene, not to kill him."

Within the sea of consciousness, the Artifact Spirit was reprimanding; just that move by the bottle nearly scared it dumb.

Was this saving or killing?

If it happened to anyone else, they might have died.

After scolding the bottle, it proceeded to reprimand Han Yu as well.

"What are you dawdling for? Run quickly!"

Han Yu instantly snapped back to reality, his face showing fright as he remembered how the opponent’s mere words left him powerless.

With no warning, not even hearing a sound, he was affected.

Just as the Artifact Spirit said, run immediately.

"Trying to escape? Better come with me obediently! I won’t kill you."

The wax-faced man coldly remarked, extending a hand, which seemed ordinary but carried an overwhelming aura.

His palm seemed to enlarge before Han Yu’s eyes, aiming to encompass him within.

Cyan Dragon!

A cyan dragon burst forth, its huge body quick to devour the opponent’s palm.

Yet in the next moment, something shocking occurred.

Clearly a huge cyan dragon, upon impact, felt like a mere earthworm easily pinched by the palm.

The vast difference in perception made Han Yu’s heart tremble.

Such a technique was unheard of.

Boom!

The wax-faced man casually pinched his palm, and the cyan dragon manifested through divine technique made only a muffled sound before vanishing.

How is this even playable?

His best technique seemed like child’s play to the opponent’s eyes.

"Run! He is a being you cannot contend against."

The Artifact Spirit anxiously shouted.

Running, that was a word Han Yu hadn’t heard in a long time; apart from suffering at Luo Yuqi, he hadn’t faced such a tricky situation.

Especially when the words "cannot contend against" came from the Artifact Spirit’s mouth, it showed the opponent’s terrifying nature.

Of course, he wanted to run, but the opponent wouldn’t allow it!

After the cyan dragon perished, the wax-faced man reached out again, and Han Yu felt a widespread pressure bearing down.

This wasn’t an illusion!

An inexplicable pressure weighed heavily from all directions; the palm, though distant, felt like it was already overpowering him.

Craack!

Bones continuously emitted creaking noises, causing Han Yu excruciating pain yet powerless.

Water, Fire, Earth, Wood!

All four series of divine techniques exploded out, rendering the sky colorful.

Even the Hungry Ghost Path technique was employed.

But it lasted only moments before the Hungry Ghost Image suddenly shattered, the white bone sea turning to powder.

Flames were extinguished mid-air.

Water dragon turned into rain.

Earth palms soared to shield Han Yu a few breaths before dissipating into sandy particles.

Wood series divine technique fared worse as greenery sprouted outside the city, gigantic trees rose but were immediately flattened by a palm.

In the wax-faced man’s hands, Han Yu’s every technique seemed like child’s play.

"Just lie down quietly!"

The man pressed down his hand, and Han Yu could no longer bear it; bones seemed to collapse entirely, leaving no strength to resist.

Even his fiery wings shattered immediately.

His body plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground, and raising a cloud of dust.

The man, as if he’d done something trivial, took a step forward, appearing before the dirt pit.

This time, he extended his palm, and an imprisoning force surged to bind Han Yu lying there.

In the man’s view, Han Yu enduring one strike was already commendable, but that was it.

"This is the end."

The wax-faced man coldly declared before forcefully striking.

At this moment, Han Yu, seemingly dying, suddenly jumped up, throwing a fierce punch.

Seeking death!

The wax-faced man sneered dismissively.

Han Yu’s actions seemed like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Amidst punches and kicks, a whirlwind arose between them, its tremor scattering everything within a mile’s radius.

And Han Yu, too, was flung, his mouth spewing blood recklessly, and the punching arm twisted and deformed.

"What did you do to me?"

The wax-faced man’s expression turned oddly peculiar, his face scrunched, staring bewildered at his palm.

Just now, Han Yu’s fist seemed to contain something else that took a part of his origin.

The quantity wasn’t much, yet it was simply incredible.

Cultivation technique? Or divine technique?

Neither seemed likely.

Han Yu still coughed blood, his face bleak.

Judging by the opponent’s words, his West River Slash indeed affected him.

"My physical body is too weak."

Han Yu grimly chuckled; he wasn’t joking. His most reliable body was truly too weak at this moment.

"If only my physical strength were greater, I’d grind that bastard to death..."

If he could withstand, he was confident in cutting the opponent down to a mere mortal.

The Artifact Spirit’s foreboding words proved true.

The ones he could cut, he had no need for.

The ones he couldn’t cut, he couldn’t use either.

What now?

Can’t escape, can’t fight!

For the first time, Han Yu faced a situation with no way out, even in the past when Tribulation Thunder chased him, it wasn’t this despairing.

"Try Earth Escape!"

The Artifact Spirit also had no other way; at this rate, Han Yu was finished.

This was the last resort.

Han Yu forcefully struck the ground, an earth barrier rose entirely obscuring him, then his figure swiftly sank underground.

Traversing not even half a mile, a massive pressure suddenly squeezed from above, like a tremendous burden, encasing him in the surrounding soil.

Earth Escape was futile; being underground became his own hindrance, the force persisting, constricting him tightly, bones creaking, and organs squeezing together.

Puff! A large mouthful of blood surged out, leaving him dizzy, feeling drained of energy.

Then the soil burst with force, pushing him upward, and as he returned to the surface, the man looked down upon him like an ant.

"Quite a sturdy physique."

The wax-faced man tugged the corner of his mouth, praising.

For a common figure in the Realm of Transcendence to endure so long in his hands was indeed impressive. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Come back with me and reveal your secrets. I can give you an opportunity to work for me and bestow immense power."

This was likely the reason Xiao Shui was subdued initially.

The opponent’s power was overwhelmingly despairing.

"Don’t agree!"

The Artifact Spirit instantly panicked.

If Han Yu agreed, it might be its turn for misfortune.

Before Han Yu could reply, another voice sounded.

"Don’t agree!"