Was this the Ghost Dao?
That instant just now had not been physical destruction. It was more like Yang An's body had been dismantled and sliced into countless spaces before finally being reassembled as one.
It was a method of forcibly relocating someone.
As for why this guy had not used this move earlier, perhaps it had been because the distance was insufficient.
"Why have you attacked me, Senior? We have never met..."
Yang An wore a mask, and even his clothes had been changed.
Although this man had forcibly intercepted him, he still tried to explain himself.
"Why hide your head and show your tail, Buddha Child? Why not take off that mask and speak?"
Hai Yun was already utterly certain that he was Buddha Child Deji, and his tone brimmed with mockery.
"I am not the Buddha Child Senior speaks of. This mask is a result of my cultivation technique and cannot be removed. Senior must have mistaken me for someone else."
"Is that so? Then let me remove it for you personally."
As Hai Yun spoke, he reached out and pressed his hand toward Yang An's face.
Right before Yang An, it abruptly accelerated and instantly pierced through his face.
But Yang An's face had already become scattered afterimages as he retreated backward.
At the same time, dazzling radiance erupted from his body and instantly swallowed Hai Yun.
In that instant, Yang An unleashed every light-based technique he possessed. Even the vast amount of Sundial Light he had continuously accumulated within his body poured forth.
This guy put far too much pressure on him. Facing the Ghost Dao, Yang An could not afford the slightest restraint.
He was confident he could kill a Zombie God, but he had never fought a Ghost Dao cultivator before.
The gulf