The Giant Axe unleashed a tremendous aura and chopped down at the face.
What was truly wondrous was that although the Dao Stele's Coercive Pressure was formidable and omnipresent, it somehow accommodated the axe's aura.
It was still that feeling of fish and water. The pressure of the water was immense, yet it did not hinder the fish's joy in swimming, nor did it restrain the sweep of its fins.
"No..." A faint wail came from the face; it clearly wanted to speed up its escape.
Unfortunately, it was no swimming fish, and the Coercive Pressure released by the Dao Stele was astonishingly great. Its obstructive effect was also far from ordinary.
The Giant Axe glided smoothly closer to it, then chopped down. The face fell apart, but under the enormous pressure, it only split into seven or eight fragments.
Logically speaking, once a soul body was scattered, it should try every means to piece itself back together as much as possible; only then could it effectively reduce the damage and strengthen its counterattack.
But the face already knew what it was facing. It decisively scattered in all directions and fled, absolutely not attempting to fuse and reassemble.
In this situation, however much could escape was what counted. As long as it was not wiped out completely, that was already a gain.
But how could the Giant Axe let him go? All of a sudden, a surge of aura swept out and dragged the soul-body fragments toward itself.
As for the Dao Stele's Coercive Pressure, it still turned a blind eye to this, and even somewhat increased the pressure on the two puppets.
The change in pressure was not very large, but the consequences it caused were astonishing.
Amid violent trembling and distortion, the two puppets actually began to crack