The entire square seemed to have vanished in Zhuo Yixian's eyes. He only saw an enormous whirlpool before him that threatened to tear everything apart. Even after he melded with two of his past lives and could, to a certain extent, hold his ground with one at the Foundation Establishment realm, he could do nothing to stop Wang Baole's attack at that moment.
Terror overtook him. Zhuo Yixian could hardly breathe. He tried his best to defend himself, but Wang Baole's fist came rushing towards him. The whirlpool surged forward and, within the blink of an eye, drove agony into every part of Zhuo Yixian's body. He was on the verge of collapse.
As Zhuo Yixian shuddered fiercely and was finally going to yield to the assault, a middle-aged man walked out behind him. He wore a long robe, his hair was long, and his face had a smattering of black spots, giving him an appearance of extreme gloom. As he approached, his aura burst forth from his person in an explosion.
