Goodbye, Chaos, goodbye, Will of the Great Dao. "Whoa!"
Seeing this, Shichen, Yang Mei, Zhiming, Hongjun, Rahu, Wangshu, and the other Innate Gods and Demons felt pain all over their bodies.
"Did nothing and just tanked one of Pangu's axes head-on!" Rahu exclaimed again and again in shock, raising a thumb. "Good grief. I admit you're a real man."
"That should be... dead, right?" Shichen murmured. His eyes narrowed, the power of the Time Law gathering over them as he saw the future. "Holy shit! It still isn't dead after that? This thing's got something to it!"
"Hiss!"
Zhiming also saw the result a few seconds in the future through the means of Destiny.
One Kun-second later.
The tide of power dispersed and the laws faded away. The Twisted Sarcoma had been split open vertically, with only a tiny bit of flesh at the bottom connecting the two halves of its body.
The Twisted Sarcoma writhed madly, its tentacles dancing wildly.
The two halves of its body pressed together, countless newly grown granulations entwining as they tried to heal.
But the power of the Great Dao of Strength annihilated them.
It prevented the Twisted Sarcoma from healing, and was still frenziedly corroding and destroying the Twisted Sarcoma's structure!
It attacked from the most fundamental source.
Although this axe had not directly cleaved the Twisted Sarcoma to death, it had grievously wounded it.
Death was only a matter of time.
But Pangu still felt he had lost face.
His expression was dark the entire time.
He had struck a Black Tide Creature two minor realms weaker than himself, yet he had not killed it instantly?
If this got out, wouldn't it damage the mighty name of Pangu the Axe-Wielder?
"Heh. You've got something."
Pangu drove the World Creation Divine Axe heavily