A pincer attack!
Especially the terrifying beam of light unleashed by Wan Mingzhu from behind. It contained a horrifying temperature exceeding tens of millions of degrees Celsius. The moment it appeared, the entire pond boiled and burned like molten iron. Even Jiang Dali felt a painful sense of danger, as though his entire body—even his will—were being scorched and melted.
At that critical moment, he did not hesitate to instantly retract the Phantom Soul Golden Wings and dodge sideways.
Whoosh!!—
The beam was incomparably fast. Even within the pond water, the speed at which it spread in an instant far surpassed the speed of sound.
Although Jiang Dali had decisively evaded the instant he sensed danger, even that brief moment spent thinking had made him slightly too late.
An intense pain instantly stretched from his left shoulder to his elbow. Half his body seemed to have suffered the radiation of intense light and heat, the scorching agony unbearable.
-317378!
A staggering amount of damage rose above Jiang Dali's head.
"No!!"
The Wan Family Ancestor let out an even more terrified roar.
"Ancestor!"
Wan Mingzhu's eyes widened as well.
Boom!—
A vast humming sound arose, followed by a dreadful blast like dry firewood burning and exploding.
The final three-zhang barrier constructed before the Wan Family Ancestor was instantly melted through by the blazing beam. A burst of bright red flames erupted from the vat holding the Wan Family Ancestor, instantly destroying the lifelike body that had been preserved for two thousand years and setting it ablaze.
"Ah!—You unfilial brat!"
A pained primordial spirit fluctuation emerged from the flames. At once, a cluster of primordial spirit radiance shot out from the blaze.
Enduring the severe pain, Jiang Dali snorted coldly and shifted aside. He reached out with his right arm,