Daoist Taishi's figure condensed behind Luohu, the phantom of the Pangu Axe raised high.
The eighth form, Great Dao Returns to Origin, cleaved down with a single axe strike.
Luohu's pupils contracted sharply, stormy waves rising in his heart.
How was this possible? He had clearly reversed time and retained all his memories of the previous battle. Why could Daoist Taishi still foresee his attack?
Why did Daoist Taishi refuse to play by the rules, directly skipping the sixth form and using the seventh and eighth forms?
These questions flashed through his mind, but this was no time to think.
The radiance of Great Dao Returns to Origin had already flared to life. That light was pure to the utmost, more condensed than before, even more unstoppable.
"No—!"
Luohu frantically activated the Shichen Sundial, wanting to accelerate time once more and flee.
But the light of Great Dao Returns to Origin had already descended. Before the intent of Opening Heaven, his power to accelerate time was utterly useless.
"Boom!"
Demonic Path Thousand Fathoms was severed, the light screen of the Shichen Sundial torn apart, and Luohu's protective demonic qi as fragile as paper.
The phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe plunged into his chest once again, leaving behind a savage hollow as golden light ceaselessly eroded his demonic body.
Luohu screamed and was flung backward, his aura plummeting once more to the brink of the First Heaven.
Exactly the same as last time!
"No... This Seat commands the Time Long River. How could this happen?!"
Blood gushed wildly from Luohu's mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This Seat clearly knows every one of your moves. Why can't This Seat evade them?"
Daoist Taishi stood with his axe lowered, gazing at him calmly.
"Poor Daoist has said it before: the Thirty-Six Forms