Ye Bufan was held in the palm of the Zhenyuan giant's hand. Under that immense pressure, he couldn't move a muscle on his body, not even a little finger.
Feeling that Si Tu Dian Mo and the others had also been brought in, he felt a burning sense of urgency.
He knew that panicking wouldn't help at this point. He tried hard to calm himself down, his mind racing as he thought about how to deal with the current situation and find a way out.
This person before me is undoubtedly a top-tier expert, their cultivation base must be above the Nascent Soul Stage, perhaps even the legendary Void Core Realm, or possibly even higher.
Once trapped in the Kunlun Immortal Realm, the outcome would be undeniably a dead end.
And now, all of his trump cards—Dragon's Fang, the Refining Demon Bottle, Heavenly Thunder Orb, and so on—are unusable. The only thing he can still use is the Soul-Severing Blade.
Now that we've reached this point, there are no other options left. We must focus all our mental energy together.
When obtaining the inheritance of the Soul Severing Blade, there was a taboo, that is, one must never use all of their spiritual energy. Although the power would be immense, it would also result in extreme backlash.
Now it's not just about his own life and death, but also about Si Tu Dian Mo and Ye Tian and the others. Ye Bufan couldn't care less about anything else. The opponent was simply too strong. If he held back in any way, I'm afraid all of them would die.
He went all out, pouring all his spiritual energy into the Soul Severing Blade, and with a single strike, he unleashed it.
Originally, his spiritual power far surpassed his physical cultivation, not inferior to those in the Nascent Soul stage, and he rarely used mental attack techniques.
Ye Bufan didn't expect to be able to defeat the opponent, he just hoped that under unexpected circumstances, he could achieve a little bit of effect.
As expected, the soul-severing blade he unleashed with all his might caught his opponent off guard, causing the True Yuan giant hand to tremble slightly.
But at this moment, he was passing through a spatial rift. With a jolt, the immense power of his true energy was instantly ripped apart by the surrounding spatial forces.
The moment the surrounding pressure vanished, Ye Bufan realized he had finally succeeded. A wave of relief washed over him.
Then a heart-wrenching pain ripped through his consciousness, followed by complete unconsciousness.
Everyone at the Dragon King's Palace on Mount Shennü was stunned by this sudden turn of events. By the time they came to their senses, Ye Bufan and his companions had already been grabbed by the spatial giant hand and pulled into the spatial rift.
"Ah! Xiaofan..."
"Elder Ye..."
"Your Majesty, the Dragon King..."
A gasp arose from the crowd.
"Xiaofan, wait for me..."
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What are you going to do?
"Let me go, I have to save Xiao Fan."
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"Calm down, you can't even match Xiao Fan's cultivation level, how do you think you could?"
In contrast, Sima Wei was relatively calm. Among them all, Ye Bufan was the only one who was a Heavenly Emperor realm expert.
Facing that true essence giant hand, there was absolutely no resistance. For these men to go against it would only be a death sentence, or perhaps just adding to his burden.
"I don't care, just let me go..."
Dongfang Hui Zhong shouted urgently, because she found that the space gap on her head, which was nearly two meters in diameter, was gradually shrinking. Now it was only about one meter left.
"Stop making a fuss, if you don't go to Xiaofan he might still be able to protect himself, but if you go you'll only cause more trouble..."
Sima Wei was persuading, when suddenly a surprising voice came from that side.
"Well, I didn't expect such a fine furnace in the mortal realm..."
As soon as he finished speaking, another genuine energy hand shot out from the space rift. This time, it was aimed at Gu Qingcheng, who was stunned there.

Judging from the voice, this True Yuan Master is completely different from the last one, but their cultivation level is not inferior at all.
Before anyone could react, he had already vanished into the breach with Gu Qingcheng.
As the True Yuan giant hand vanished, the spatial rift in mid-air completely closed, leaving no trace.
"This..."
Everyone present was dumbfounded. Even if Ye Bufan survived, how could he return to this realm?
"No, we can't let that seal be completely closed."
The Oriental Beneficial Ascends to the heavens, arriving at the previous location of the spatial loophole, but finds nothing.
In a moment of desperation, she ran back, angrily shouting at Xu Wengong, "Fire the cannon! You have to fire it now and break that seal for me!"
"Oh!"
Xu Wen Gong was also dumbfounded at this moment, he didn't have time to think much, and directly activated the electromagnetic cannon.
It's a shame that the spatial vulnerability is gone. The electromagnetic cannon's shells only scratched the void and ultimately flew off into who knows where, completely useless.
Seeing this, Dongfang Hui slumped to the ground with despair in her eyes.
Su Ruyu and others looked up at the void with anxious faces, secretly praying in their hearts, "Xiao Fan, you must return safely!"
Ye Bufan slowly regained consciousness. In a daze, he felt softness beneath him, incredibly comfortable. The surroundings were damp, and a faint sweet fragrance drifted from his nose and mouth.
When he opened his eyes, he was immediately startled by the sight before him.
A voluptuous woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, lay beneath him. She was exquisitely beautiful, especially with her prominent chest that was quite sizable. It's no wonder he found it so soft and comfortable; her figure was undeniably the epitome of sexiness.
Everything around was soaked, covered in puddles. Next to it were shards of the broken bathtub.
"<" "This..." ">"
Taken aback, he hurriedly jumped up and immediately felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that he was completely naked, not even a shred of cloth on him.
He glanced at the woman again, her breath now very faint, clearly in a state of unconsciousness.
"What on earth is going on? How did I get here? And who is this woman?"
Ye Bufan patted his head forcefully, and the previous memories slowly appeared in his mind.
He used up all his spiritual energy to escape the clutches of the true yuan giant hand and unleashed his most powerful soul-cutting blade. It seems like he succeeded in the end, and he wasn't taken away by that person.
He looked around again, but he didn't see Ye Tian, Situ Dianmo and the others. It seemed they didn't know where the spatial turbulence had thrown them.
Calmly regaining his composure, he contemplated the situation before him.
It seems I escaped the grip of the True Yuan Grandmaster, and was then swept away by spatial currents. My clothes must have been torn to shreds during that time.
But ironically, he appeared in a very awkward location. Not only was he in someone else's room, but he also knocked out the girl who was taking a shower.
After figuring out what was going on, he slapped himself on the head and thought about putting on a set of clothes before dealing with the rest of the situation.
The moment she thought about it, a heart-wrenching pain shot through her mind.
"Oh!"
He cried out in pain, frantically covering his head with both hands. It took a long time for him to slowly recover.
"Damn, are the aftereffects of this Soul-Severing Blade so severe?"
Only now did Ye Bufan realize the severity of the backlash from overuse of his spiritual energy. His sea of consciousness was severely damaged, rendering him unable to use even a shred of spiritual power, not even able to open his storage ring.
As for the Dragon King's Palace, needless to say, it requires a much larger amount of mental energy to open than even a storage ring.

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