The oval purple-black nails still had great clumps of flesh and blood clinging to them.
Whoosh!
Yingxi Dao Blood became a rain of blood that filled the sky.
The five viscera and six bowels were mixed with Dao resonance and immortal qi, while the bones and meridians contained divine radiance and spirituality.
Only a long-haired head shot into the sky, carrying its divine soul as it tried to flee completely. Yet before he could tear open the void, a pale ghostly hand had already seized his head.
Everyone was shocked.
Just moments ago, Yuan Tong had held every advantage. How had he become so miserable in the blink of an eye?
"He came back to life again?!"
"How did he do that?"
"Even the ancient emperor's killing art could not kill him completely? But..."
"Dao Lord Yuan attained the Dao in recent antiquity and was invincible among those of the same realm. Countless heroes, great figures, and ambitious cultivators had died at his hands, yet now his body had been shattered into a sea of blood, and even his divine soul could only curl up inside a single head and flee."
"This... is simply too terrifying."
Not only were the many Great Sages dumbfounded, even the observing Dao Lords stared with their eyes wide and their tongues tied.
They had not expected this outcome.
Yuan Tong looked stunned.
He turned his head.
The one gripping his head was a great ghost with crimson hair and horns upon his crown. Was it not Tu Shan Jun, whom he had fought earlier and slain for a second time?
Tu Shan Jun still looked as usual.
His entire body emanated an icy, eerie aura.
His revolving yin-yang eyes showed no trace of emotion.
Most terrifying of all, the killing intent that Yuan Tong