Yet things went against his wishes. A strange cackling laugh entered his ears. Before the smoke and dust filling the sky and the astral winds had dispersed, a purple shadow flashed and flew out from the center of the explosion, its speed astonishing, like a streak of flowing light and lightning.
The Nascent Soul's expression changed drastically. He clenched both hands and hurriedly tried to use that teleportation art, but it was already too late. A sharp sound of something tearing through the air entered his ears, followed immediately by a heat in his mind. That purple shadow had already sunk into the spot between his brows and pierced through the Nascent Soul's head. The shield in his hand had not had the slightest effect, as if it had been shaped from mud and pasted paper.
"Ah!"
The Nascent Soul's face was full of terror, mixed with unwillingness and venom. Then he began screaming desperately, his voice incomparably shrill, like a Fierce Ghost wailing.
"Hmph, your reaction wasn't bad. Unfortunately, your heart wasn't ruthless enough. If you had made your physical body and Nascent Soul self-destruct together, perhaps you really could have held this old man back for a moment. But what effect could a mere empty shell of a body possibly have?" At this moment, the smoke and dust finally scattered, and Poison Dragon Devil Ancestor's face entered view. Many fine, dark-black scales had appeared on his face, and his eyes had become exceedingly deep, filled with the cold indifference of a carnivorous beast.
And his voice had not come from his mouth, but was ventriloquism, because at this moment, the old monster had opened his bloody maw wide, and a long purple strip of a tongue was piercing through the Nascent Soul's head.
Then his tongue curled, delivering