This also confirmed Meng Zhao's earlier conjecture. The formation of that Sewn-Corpse Monster must have involved some special cause—perhaps the power of the Bone Demon God's Dao Fruit, or the existence of some supreme treasure. Only then could such a result have come about.
At this moment, the Sewn-Corpse Monster had been blasted to ashes by Meng Zhao's heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping ultimate move, yet the eyeball at its brow remained behind. That eyeball contained the majestic power of Gods and Devils.
Meng Zhao boldly guessed that this thing was either something lost from the Bone Demon God's body, or a supreme treasure formed from the manifestation of Dao Fruit power.
There was absolutely no reason to let it go.
Of course, simply taking this thing into his palm was no easy matter. It had just displayed extraordinary lethality and destructive power, enough that even Meng Zhao's Universe in Palm divine ability could not withstand it.
This left Meng Zhao somewhat stuck, unable to make use of his methods, and feeling thoroughly stifled.
Still, a living man could not let urine suffocate him to death. Since a problem had arisen, he simply had to think of a way to solve it as soon as possible.
Meng Zhao's thoughts turned. In terms of brute force alone, there was indeed a gap between his Celestial-level power and the power of true Dao Fruit-level Gods and Devils, even though his foundation was incomparably profound and rare throughout all ages, even though the divine art he cultivated was unmatched beneath heaven and unparalleled since antiquity.
Yet nothing in this world could be achieved through violence alone. At times, wisdom and methods could solve a problem with ease instead.
For instance, with this eyeball containing the Life-Death Dao Fruit—or rather, a portion of its power—if Meng Zhao