The divine thought took the form of an incredibly powerful and tyrannical illusion, seemingly becoming the center of the entire world once it broke into Shen Zhui's mind.
All of Shen Zhui's attention was almost subconsciously drawn to the illusion's words.
"Hum~" The Blood Origin Divine Armor suddenly appeared, enveloping Shen Zhui's soul. The purple-red armor, filled with mysterious secret patterns, successfully resisted the spiritual assault that was guided by the divine thought.
No matter how much the divine thought tried to erode or lure him, the Blood Origin Divine Armor remained unscathed!
The next moment, Shen Zhui snapped back to reality, feeling a chill running down his spine.
It was a thought from someone of Venerable Rank!
Qiao Fang's real trump card turned out to be a divine thought split off by a Venerable!
"Hmm? You can resist my soul imprint control?" The divine thought seemed a little surprised.