At this mont, the blood mist on the Emperor Platform remained in a solidified state, yet the ghostly figure could move and directly appeared within Li Hao's shadow, entangling him to kill.
"Ghost Tribe Secret Technique, Ghost and God Unity!"
Many strong ones at the Immortal King Realm stared with slightly narrowed eyes.
The Great Dream Master and Old Man Li along with the elders in the sect all had slightly changed expressions, looking gravely serious.
This domineering and terrifying ti freeze could almost suppress ninety percent of the top monsters; in their eyes, this was nearly Li Hao's ace, his most lethal move, far more terrifying and overbearing than his previous Fist Skill.
But unexpectedly, the Ghost Tribe managed to break free, and the reason for this escape was the Ghostly Secret Technique, transferring all power into their Primordial Spirit, and the Primordial Spirit of the Ghost Tribe was exceptionally special and formidable, nurtured by a special secret technique, currently not constrained by ti!
Li Hao didn't anticipate that the opponent would still have the capability to act under the ti freeze.
Ti suppression didn't work?
Li Hao was perplexed. This couldn't be possible, nothing could transcend ti, unless it was fate.
Soon, Li Hao realized the reason; the opponent's Primordial Spirit was too strong, beyond the level that his current Ti Origin could suppress.
This Primordial Spirit Power could cross through ti, finding space to maneuver in the gaps of ti's rules.
In an instant, Li Hao's body was entangled by the opponent, hugged tightly from behind like an octopus.
Li Hao could feel the opponent's Primordial Spirit was soft but extrely cold, like a piece of ice.
anwhile, he could also feel the terrifying nature of that Primordial Spirit, continuously eroding towards his body, seemingly attempting to infiltrate his Immortal Body, squeezing out his own Primordial Spirit.
"Forcing to this extent, you're not wronged in losing."
Ghost Ling Yue's voice was hoarse, sinisterly whispering in Li Hao's ear, compared to the previously indifferent voice, now carrying a ghostly allure.
Li Hao's gaze turned cold; this is what he should have said.
Initially believing that the ti shadow movent technique combined with ti stacking was enough to crush these Hundred Races' fierce opponents, even to the extent that, except for a few, he thought he could use this move to kill them all.
Yet unexpectedly, he now had to force out other ans.
"Primordial Spirit, yours is strong, but still not strong enough!"
Li Hao's voice ca out, but not from his mouth; it was his Primordial Spirit speaking.
Li Hao's Primordial Spirit suddenly revealed the upper half of his body from above his head, emitting dazzling golden light, like a shining and inviolable Heavenly God!
The golden divine rays shot out from the Primordial Spirit, exuding a terrifying Divine Soul Power; what shocked everyone the most was that within the Primordial Spirit's body, there were countless shining objects!
They were not Golden Veins, but Golden Bones!
One by one, countless!
Just with half the body, it was so much; one couldn't imagine the degree of the whole body!
At this mont, Li Hao's Primordial Spirit exposed half on top of his head, indifferently looking down at the entangled Ghost Ling Yue's Primordial Spirit.
Ghost Ling Yue also raised her head, locking eyes with Li Hao's Primordial Spirit, though her expression was now slightly stunned.
That overlooking gaze appeared as if it were that of an inviolable deity.
She seed a bit lost, how could it be...
In the next mont, Li Hao's Primordial Spirit raised his hand, as if picking up a chick, and tore her Primordial Spirit from his body.
Yes, it was indeed tearing, just as if it were removing a piece of dogskin plaster stuck on oneself.
The previously tightly attached Ghost Ling Yue's Primordial Spirit now, shockingly, seed like a weak and powerless chick, without any room for struggle, was pulled off by Li Hao's Primordial Spirit.
Having consud countless Ancient Demons, Li Hao's Golden Bone of Primordial Spirit had already solidified to over five hundred pieces, whereas other geniuses he had battled before had mostly broken through the Primordial Spirit Extre Realm, yet the majority were still at the Golden Veins level, achieving even one Golden Bone was few and far between.
Before him, Ghost Ling Yue, as a genius of the Ghost Tribe, possessed that darkly glowing substance within her body, which was her Primordial Spirit's Golden Bone, but Li Hao could imdiately tell at a glance that her number was far less than his, only a re forty to fifty pieces, less than one-tenth of his!
Even so, this degree was extrely exaggerated, in terms of sheer Primordial Spirit strength, comparable to the fourth and fifth layer of the Immortal Monarch Realm.
Yet, unfortunately, Li Hao's Primordial Spirit Power, even within the Immortal Monarch Realm, was considered extrely powerful!
"You..."
Ghost Ling Yue ca to her senses, trying to struggle, but found Li Hao's hands kneading, compressing her Primordial Spirit instantly into a sphere.
Her voice was also distorted by the compression, forced into a painful scream.
"I'll spare your life, giving you the chance to admit defeat."
After forming the sphere, Li Hao calmly said.
Ghost Ling Yue was now feeling terrified; as a mber of the Ghost Tribe, among the True Realm's Hundred Races, they were acknowledged as the race with the strongest Primordial Spirit, even the Emperor Clan couldn't compete with them in terms of the Primordial Spirit, yet now, she was crushed in the Primordial Spirit aspect by soone of the sa realm?!
Clearly, she was the one of the Ghost Tribe, but she felt as though she witnessed a ghost, this was too unbelievable!!
"I, I admit defeat!"
Her voice trembled, her Primordial Spirit being compressed, the pain acted on the soul, beyond endurance.
She understood that if she didn't concede in ti, should the opponent crush her Primordial Spirit, this life's cultivation would have been wasted.
Keep in mind, although she could carry mories to reincarnate and rebuild, the resources required for cultivation would be a waste!
Reaching her level took considerable resources from her tribe, and cultivating again would an another massive consumption and a waste of ti.
For these prodigies, there's no concept of rebuilding a life to beco stronger than the previous one, after all, the opportunities available had already been seized, there would be no chances to go wrong, everything would be supervised by the tribe, choosing the best path, rarely any accidents requiring rebuilding.
Upon hearing the opponent conceding defeat, Li Hao imdiately swept his hand, tossing out the sphere ford of Ghost Ling Yue, anwhile, retracting the Myriad Shadow Immortal Technique, disappearing one by one, and the suppressed Space-Ti resud its flow, the blood mist floating mid-air began to spread out.
But soon, the blood mist gathered again, quickly reforming into Ghost Ling Yue's shape.
Her Primordial Spirit also painfully expanded, heavily injured, retreating back into her flesh, looking at Li Hao with a face of terror, as if seeing a ghost.
This all ended in the blink of an eye; besides Ghost Ling Yue on the Emperor Platform, countless others were rendered speechless.
Down the platform, at various mountain peaks, eyes that were either calm or indifferent previously, now sharply impacted Li Hao.
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