What kind of situation was this? Of all those present—people who had seen much of the world and lived for more than ten thousand years—not one could explain it clearly. None had ever seen or even heard of such a thing.
Everyone saw clearly that the vicious beast was devouring not merely the radiance of Li Jitong's natal soul treasure. It had even bitten off a piece of the soul treasure's actual body.
What kind of vicious beast could directly devour another person's natal soul treasure? No one had the slightest idea.
But there was one thing everyone knew: that vicious beast had been condensed by Qin Fengming through a divine ability using soul energy. The one that had previously withstood Hun Yuan's Giant Foot had also been a very similar vicious beast.
When his natal soul treasure was suddenly bitten, intense pain surged through Li Jitong's soul body. Amid the spreading agony, Li Jitong did not withdraw the enormous circular blade. Instead, soul energy surged wildly from within him, and the giant blade suddenly began spinning at high speed.
A terrifying cutting force abruptly emerged within the azure, eerie glow along the circular blade's edge. Like an enormous, razor-sharp vortex, it suddenly slashed toward the vicious beast's head.
In an instant, the enormous circular blade struck the vicious beast's neck.
A grating sound like a sharp blade cutting through hard steel rang out. What left Li Jitong dumbfounded was that the natal soul treasure he relied on so heavily had merely cut through two or three scales on the vicious beast's neck. It had not damaged the beast's flesh at all.
Yet the vicious beast suddenly twisted around and bit down again. Another piece was bitten off the rapidly spinning circular blade, which carried a terrifying cutting force.
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