Little Jiu no longer dared to take this lightly. This was his full-power strike, combined with the full-power strike of everyone using that so-called Chat Group power.
Although he did not understand how it had been done.
That did not stop Little Jiu from recognizing the terror of this strike. The divine pattern between his brows shone, the Myriad Worlds Diagram behind him spun, and he threw a punch at the Heaven-Crossing Blade.
As the blade came down, Little Jiu felt immense pressure.
It felt rather like he was slashing himself.
Pfft!
Little Jiu spat out a mouthful of divine blood and flew backward. A terrifying wound of the Great Dao appeared on his body.
He was suppressed by this world, causing his defenses to plummet, and then he had been struck by the power of his own complete form. He could not withstand it.
"What's wrong with you?" Shui Yue'er cried in alarm, hurriedly checking Little Jiu's injuries.
"It's nothing. I just hit myself."
Little Jiu smiled. Boundless fighting spirit burst from his eyes as he pointed a finger forward, shattering the ancient coffin and piercing Chen Tong's heart. Chen Tong coughed up blood and flew backward.
"You lost."
Little Jiu dusted off his fingers, his gaze calm and distant.
Chen Tong spat out another mouthful of blood and shook his head. "No, not yet. I still have one move that can take us both down together."
Black mist swirled around him, and the ominous aura grew even denser. A Giant Tomb emerged behind Chen Tong's back. Though only a corner of it was visible, it faintly seemed capable of blotting out heaven and earth.
"Let's see if I can bury you!"
Chen Tong's gaze was cold and sharp, his fighting spirit boiling.
"You can't! The gap between us