Streams of fatal strikes soared into the sky, taking the forms of great dragons, Mythological Creatures, Innate Gods and Demons, even beings like Ancient Gods and Demons, as they twisted in from the Four Directions to slaughter him.
Every fatal strike was terrifying beyond measure.
Any overlord—or even a Sovereign—would have their life wiped away in an instant upon encountering one.
And at this very moment, there were more than six thousand fatal strikes.
These fatal strikes wove themselves into a great net, sweeping down from the Four Directions.
At every fleeting instant, they sealed off every possibility of Chu Qing evading.
Even—
Space itself had been sealed.
All manner of gravity, force fields, negative curses, and other effects were imposed upon Chu Qing.
Meanwhile, all kinds of enhancement effects were bestowed upon themselves.
They had actually forcefully offset the suppression and weakening caused by Chu Qing's power.
"So this is the Myriad Kill Diagram?"
"How formidable!"
Number Eighteen watched with great interest, hundreds upon thousands of countermeasures surfacing in his mind.
"Still, this thing can't trap me!"
"I wonder whether Chu Qing can withstand it!"
"Even if he can, all his trump cards will be exposed. He may even have to use that killing move that demands an enormous price."
"When that time comes, even if he destroys this formation diagram, he'll be weakened when he faces me."
"Killing him will be as easy as turning over my hand!"
At that thought, he smiled.
"I hope Chu Qing doesn't disappoint me. I hope he doesn't die within this Myriad Kill Formation."
"I hope... he can personally walk up to me—to die!"
In a mere thirty seconds, Chu Qing had clashed head-on with those fatal strikes tens of thousands of times.
These fatal strikes were rather interesting.
When he used