Zhou Ming stood where he was, the power of laws around him unchanged.
He looked coldly at Grey Robe.
"I won't die."
"But this Dao Body of yours is staying here today."
Zhou Ming raised his fist again, his killing intent locking firmly onto Grey Robe.
Grey Robe fell silent.
He stared fixedly at Zhou Ming, his eyes filled with unwillingness and fury.
If they kept fighting like this, this Dao Body of his would definitely be beaten to pieces by Zhou Ming by brute force.
Although Zhou Ming would also pay an even greater price for it, with his source severely damaged.
But that was not the result he wanted.
This Dao Body had cost him endless blood and sweat. Once it was slain, his true body would also suffer no small backlash.
Once a Dao Body was slain, the true body would be implicated as well, causing its source to become incomplete.
Repairing a Dao Body required a vast amount of Great Dao Crystals and time, and it would seriously delay his cultivation progress.
For the Dao Rhythm of the Ninth Chaos this time, sacrificing his own Dao Body was far too poor a bargain.
Grey Robe rapidly weighed the gains and losses in his heart.
"Fine. You're ruthless."
Grey Robe gritted his teeth and hesitated no longer.
He slammed both hands against his chest, and the remnants of the Law of Devouring exploded with a boom, turning into a huge cloud of gray-white mist that blocked the two of them off from each other.
Using the mist as cover, Grey Robe turned, tore open the chaos, and fled straight away.
Before he left, his voice came from within the spatial rift, carrying hatred carved into the bone.
"Zhou Ming, I won't let you off!"
"Just you wait.