The Faith Demon God's obsession scattered, and Wu Tian immediately gave a soft laugh.
This Faith Demon God...
Was he really that unwilling, that unconvinced?
After finally cultivating his way back, more than half his true spirit had been crushed and annihilated by Yuanshi, and the remaining fragments had been devoured by Luohu. He was dead beyond dead, yet he could still condense an obsession and insist on appearing before him?
Did he hate me that much?
Wu Tian muttered inwardly.
Then he waved his hand lightly. A clear radiance flashed at once, and pale ripples stirred through the void, the waves falling upon Luohu. In that instant, every hair on Luohu's body stood on end!
He was only one step away from becoming a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, and he possessed countless divine abilities and wondrous arts. Even against a Heavenly Dao saint, he could exchange a few rounds. Yet under this one move from Wu Tian, he could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
Another man was the butcher, and I was the fish on the chopping block...
That was exactly how it felt!
"This Wu Tian... just how strong is the Martial Ancestor? Could his strength have already broken through the Heavenly Dao Realm and reached some unspeakable level?"
"If not..."
"How could I have this feeling?"
Before Luohu's thought had even settled, he suddenly felt his Primordial Spirit lighten. The Faith Demon God's obsession, which he had been unable to sever no matter what, was stripped away with a lift of Wu Tian's hand, then turned into a streak of gray light and shot toward the void.
That inexplicable pressure also dispersed...
Luohu felt both terrified and fortunate; thankfully, his previous performance had been decent, and he had put away his