Ye Futian raised his head as his figure flickered, moving higher into the sky. Both great cultivators glanced at him, then followed him.
All three cultivators appeared together in the void except for the young man. He continued with what he was doing previously, comprehending and cultivating in front of the divine wall. It seemed as if all that fighting on the outside had nothing to do with him.
Clang! Above the firmament, a loud noise was heard. Although they had reached higher in the sky, they were still within the coverage of the domain, and they had not yet got out of it. There was an intrusion of a rhythmic storm that contained an extreme chill. Ye Futian's divine body was constantly struck by ice and frost.
At the same time, another round of terrifying pagodas spun down and hovered over Ye Futian. The golden light of destruction overwhelmed that corner of the sky and enveloped Ye Futian's entire body.