The Spirit Ring was the supreme power of the Upper Realm. Unlike spiritual power, each and every inscription contains an enormous power. The more inscriptions that can be condensed, the larger the volume of the Spirit Ring. However, to condense the Spirit Ring wasn't a simple task.
The little old man crushed his own Spirit Ring. If he wanted to condense it again, he would require a certain time, but Ba He would never give him any time.
"Catch him." Ba He said maliciously.
All the Gold Spirits who had retreated before immediately changed their traction and rushed towards the little old man. The little man raised his head and at the corner of his mouth a trail of fresh blood trickled down. This was caused from the backlash of crushing the Spirit Ring forcefully on his own. Although he knew that this was Ba He's trap, but for Su Ya, he had to do this.
