A moment later.
The Three-Aspect Body was torn into a corpse beneath the onslaught of countless wondrous arts, divine abilities, and divine weapons.
Yet none of the cultivators present showed any joy.
For Cui Jianlu of the Ancient Immortal Tower stood rooted where he was, his eyes vacant.
His protective aura activated unconsciously.
The Cycle Drum sheltered his body.
"Master!"
Far away, the hawk-nosed cultivator protected by the hat-wearing cultivator was about to rush forward.
He let out an unwilling roar.
His face was full of grief.
"Master still lost in the end."
The devil lowered his head with a mournful face.
There were not many who could force the Old Devil into such a state.
"No."
Wu Rong said firmly, "As long as there is enough Baleful Intent, the Soul Banner can be used to reshape his body!"
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the entire capital like a hawk. In his heart, he had already guessed why his master had chosen this place.
"This..."
Wang Yuwei stared fixedly at the fallen Three-Aspect Body.
At this moment, it resembled a stone statue, without the slightest trace of its former divine marvels.
Watching that person fall, Wang Yuwei unexpectedly felt a surge of sorrow.
Cultivators rarely faced such targeted sieges. Those who were targeted were either peerless powerhouses of an age or great demons who brought calamity upon the world.
But was he truly a great demon?
What Wang Yuwei admired even more was that this man had not uttered a single complaint. Without anger, he calmly dealt with every move and technique, and had never even suggested a one-on-one battle.
It was as though the world targeting him, the gathered heroes besieging him, was simply how things ought to be.
Even the artifact spirit himself had