Song Zhong could kill Ancient Spirit Quasi-Saint, but the time was not right yet. His incarnations had not even flown beyond the Spirit Race's Great Thousand World.
If he killed Ancient Spirit Quasi-Saint now, the Spirit Race would be prepared. What if they sent another cultivator to infuse Immortal Qi into their divine consciousness and re-form the light screen around their Great Thousand World?
So, he chose to keep waiting.
In any case, Ancient Spirit Quasi-Saint had already been so severely wounded that even the incarnations in his hand were enough to keep watch over him.
"Now, it's your turn."
Song Zhong's true body and six incarnations charged at Ten Tentacle Quasi-Saint at the same time.
Ten Tentacle Quasi-Saint's face had turned grave to the extreme. His ten tentacles whipped about frantically, swinging so fast they seemed almost ready to smoke, yet he still could not defend himself!
Long blades came slashing down one after another, striking directly against his tentacles.
Though he was a Quasi-Saint, he could only use two magic treasures at once. Of his ten tentacles, only two held magic treasures. The other unarmed tentacles were struck by Song Zhong's long blades, immediately splitting with deep cracks. Some tentacles were even hit simultaneously by two of Song Zhong's incarnations and were severed straight through in an instant.
"Didn't you say you had a lot of tentacles? Come on!"
"I want to see whether your tentacles are stronger, or my incarnations are stronger!"
"Didn't you attack our Human Race? Didn't you want to kill me and wipe out our Human Race? Let's see who dies first!"
The long blade in Song Zhong's hand continuously slashed down at Ten Tentacle Quasi-Saint's tentacles, severing them one after another.
After Ten Tentacle Quasi-Saint gathered his strength and formed new tentacles, some