The gathered heroes were stunned!
The invincible Tu Shan Jun had actually died.
The scorching mystic aura left behind when the nail hammer shattered the Heavenly Abyss still lingered nearby.
The bridge connecting the Devil Abyss and the Eastern Wasteland had been smashed apart by him.
Only through the joint efforts of many great powers had the force of the divine ability been cut off, preventing the Soul Banner from setting the Eastern Wasteland's vast territories ablaze with war.
Yet in no more than the blink of an eye, that terrifying cultivator had been beheaded.
A crimson-haired, horned head rolled away.
The undying body still maintained the posture of about to strike.
"Master!" Wu Rong's eyes flew wide with rage as the 'Wind' banner before him soared into the sky like a little dragon.
"Junior Brother!" The five elders could not hide their shock, yet they were even more worried for Tu Shan Jun's life.
"Senior Brother!"
The elders of the many immortal sects stood rooted to the spot.
"..."
"Ancestor!"
"Heavens!"
The chorus of cries shattered the silence in an instant.
The Underworld Army's morale plummeted, while the great sages of the hundred races changed expression. They had truly never expected this.
The appearance of the Chi Emperor Blade had completely overturned the battle.
The Underworld Army, which should have swallowed the Heavenly Abyss whole, had no choice but to retreat into the Dutiān Ghost King Slaughter Array.
Moreover, even the ghost array was no longer safe. Once the old Dao Monarch died completely, they would be nothing more than insignificant dust before Yan Fu, who wielded an ancestral weapon.
Ghost God Tu Shan Jun's arm slowly drooped.
Clack!
A jet-black demonic hand seized the divine weapon in passing.
A trinity demon god stepped out from the phantom and