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Chapter 58: Spatial Rift

Fang Mingze and Tang Zhenyu looked up at the sky. They saw that the terrifying figure that was like a god just now had turned into this tragic state.

They stood there in a daze for a long time, their faces filled with disbelief.

When did a Rank-9 grandmaster become so weak?

Shouldn't his attacks be earth-shattering?

Even if it didn't work out, they could exchange a few blows at the least.

Just like that, the figure was grabbed in the palm of someone's hand. Wasn't this a little embarrassing for a Rank-9 grandmaster?

The Silver-Winged Cloud Leopard raised its head and glanced at the figure roaring crazily in the air. Then, it calmly turned its head. Indeed, this pretentious fellow was unlucky!

Afterward, it turned its gaze to the two people who were so shocked that they could not speak. It could not help but purse its lips. They were simply country bumpkins!

It thought, "Sit down, sit down. This is all routine!"

Meanwhile, Heyuan Tingkong endured the immense pain and roared crazily, "Human! Let me go! Otherwise, when the experts of the Yang God Clan descend, they will definitely kill you!"

However, Wang Yi ignored him and continued to increase the power of the flames. He was already in such a bad state, yet he was still so stubborn?

However, he was also a little puzzled. Could it be that the other party's strength as a Rank-9 grandmaster was fake? He was too weak!

In order to capture the other party alive, Wang Yi did not dare to use the flying daggers that specialized in killing the spirit. Instead, he chose to use the Nine Suns Divine Art technique.

Even so, he had only used less than 10% of his strength and did not dare to use his full strength!

But he did not expect the other party to not be able to take it.

As the flames continued to grow stronger, Heyuan Tingkong's painful roar became even more miserable.

"Ah! I can't stand it. It hurts. Stop it! Stop it now!" "Lord, please have mercy on me! Lord, please have mercy on me!"

"Lord, I'm willing to submit. Please stop, Lord!"

However, Wang Yi turned a deaf ear to his pleas and kept increasing the power of the flames.

The nine-meter-tall figure shrank as the flames burned.

Eight meters!

Six meters!

Five meters!

As the figure shrank, its strength kept decreasing.

For every meter the figure shrank, his realm also fell by a level.

Only when the figure shrank to a meter did the huge palm suddenly let go,

revealing the figure inside!

Wang Yi crossed his arms and looked down at the figure with a smile.

Yes! That was much better. He had to look down!

"Ah!"

Heyuan Tingkong, who had been tortured by the pain and was a little dazed, suddenly screamed again.

He roared in disbelief. "My mental power!"

At this moment, after being tempered by the flames, his cultivation level had actually fallen to Rank-I!