A hundred-zhang sword qi streaked across the sky, as though it had crossed space from some distant place, instantly filling Hei Min's vision.
The timing of this strike was impeccable, striking almost the very instant it emerged from the Dao Rule Domain.
"No—"
Hei Min's face was filled with terror. Driven by an overwhelming desire to survive, the demon yuan within its body erupted violently, condensing countless tiny shields resembling fish scales before it. These shields became a mighty torrent and surged toward the sword qi.
Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, like moths flying into a flame.
Even with all its strength, it only held on for an instant.
The sword qi slashed across its chest, spraying blood everywhere and nearly cleaving its Demon King True Form in two.
"Roar..."
Hei Min let out a pained howl, then directly abandoned its physical body, wrapping its Demon Core in its remaining demon yuan and attempting to flee as quickly as possible.
But how could Zhuang Yuechan possibly give it that chance? With a thought, the Yusu Sword turned into a streak of light and gave chase.
At that moment, the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Diagram in the sky suddenly contracted. Yin and Yang Qi, like chains, locked the Demon Core that had yet to escape its range in place. The Yusu Sword followed close behind, sword radiance gathering at its tip as it hovered less than an inch above the Demon Core, radiating the threat of death.
Seeing this, the morale of the Black Scale Race army, still stubbornly resisting, nearly collapsed outright. Their king had fallen...
The Dao Rule Domain dispersed, and Song Changsheng's figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust. Behind him, the Space Barrier lay shattered beyond recognition, its flowing, dazzling lights silently recounting