As Xuanyuan Hao's body exploded, a rainbow-colored light suddenly fled from the midst of the blood mist.
He looked at the enormous Dharma Seal before him, unable to believe his body was destroyed like this.
Coldly narrowing his eyes, Zhou Qing lightly raised his fingers, instantly weaving several Purple Gold Thunder Arcs into a net to tightly bind the Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit.
Amidst the flashing thunder light, the Primordial Spirit let out a piercing scream, yet no matter how it struggled, it could not escape.
In the end, Zhou Qing clenched his five fingers, causing the Purple Gold Thunder Net to suddenly contract, forcefully dragging the Primordial Spirit before him.
Within the rainbow-colored light, Xuanyuan Hao's Primordial Spirit's face was twisted, eyes filled with venom and terror, unable to resist any longer.
"You aren't in the early-stage of Spirit Severing Realm; you're mid-stage?" Xuanyuan Hao rasped.
