Merely losing their head would not kill an ordinary Dao Ancestor-level powerhouse. Just as when Chen Fei had cleaved Nan Caiming in two earlier, Nan Caiming had only been gravely wounded, rather than perishing with his Dao.
But precisely because Nan Caiming had already been gravely wounded, this sword stroke that lifted his head from his shoulders utterly destroyed the vitality within him.
Nan Caiming's eyes remained wide as he stared at Chen Fei. He could feel his vitality draining away at a frenzied pace. No matter how the fire heavenly Dao tried to restore him, it could not stop that vitality from dissipating.
Nan Caiming knew he was going to die, and there was no turning it back.
An overwhelming sense of unwillingness instantly filled Nan Caiming's heart. Although he had already sensed that this might happen, when it actually did, he still could not accept it.
He was the mighty Space Dao Ancestor, who had stood tall in the Void Return Realm for countless tens of thousands of years. Although his authority over the space heavenly Dao had been stolen, Nan Caiming had finally discovered the thief's true identity.
Not long ago, he had even transformed the fire heavenly Dao, taking his strength another step forward.
Inviting the Chaos Dao Ancestor to surround and kill the thief with him had been the perfect opportunity to reclaim the space heavenly Dao authority he had lost.
Once he accomplished that, Nan Caiming knew his strength would surpass even his former peak, and by a considerable margin.
This should have been a foolproof plan. How had it turned out like this? How could Chen Fei be so strong when he was clearly only at the ninth order late stage?
*Even with two powerful heavenly Daos, his strength should at most have