"Spare him under your sword!"
A dignified yet icy voice suddenly came forth.
In the void.
An invisible palm materialized, pinching the sword light with the gesture of orchid fingers, causing Xiao Yi's sword to be unable to advance even the slightest bit with just two fingers pinching it.
Xiao Yi's face changed slightly.
At the moment this voice appeared, he felt that the space surrounding his body was completely sealed, rendering him immobile.
Even his eyeballs could not be moved.
A trace of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead.
After assimilating the power of faith accumulated over hundreds of years by the Celestial Dragon Temple, Xiao Yi had stepped into a cultivation akin to the First-layer Supreme Realm, his combat strength more than enough to crush a Fifth Layer Supreme champion.
But now...
The opponent had merely used a voice to rob him of his ability to move.
The strength of the comer far exceeded that of the Fifth Layer Supreme Realm.
