Shatter Soul and Intent, Send Them Home; Make a Wish for the Supreme, Make a Wish to Find the Wall

Evil God Yi... was dead?

Dao Qiongchang was dead?

Even Xu Xiaoshou, who had thrown that punch, was dead?

"That punch..."

"My heavens!"

From far away, when they saw Xu Xiaoshou reappear and, without another word, blow Evil God Yi apart with a single punch.

Almost everyone remaining on the field felt their eyes pop out of their sockets.

Yue Gongli and Bai Zhou scrambled away in terror. One used Blood Escape, the other transformed into a Ghost Beast, barely fleeing the range of Passive Fist.

Elder Sang, Water Ghost, and Cen Qiaofu's soul body could only rejoice that they had long since been reduced to souls and hidden far away, thus escaping disaster.

"The power of the Five Ancestors, Asura Path, Shen Yi's Dao Infant, more than thirty Half-Saint Godhoods..."

With so many states stacked together, he still could not block Xu Xiaoshou's punch? When had he mastered such a supreme, unparalleled punch? "Dao!"

"Dao Qiongchang, where are you? Are you still alive?"

Yue Gongli looked around in panic and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Could even Dao Qiongchang truly not withstand it? He had not even been Xu Xiaoshou's target; he had merely been caught in the aftermath! No one answered.

At the very center of the battlefield, apart from a gigantic black hole, not even a speck of flesh remained.

Suddenly—"Hiss—"

A cry of agonizing pain rang out from the depths of everyone's souls, making them all dizzy.

To Saint Slave and the others, it was far too familiar.

Back on the Eighteenth Heaven, when the face of the Sui Yin Evil God had been pierced by the Nine-Tailed Giant's halberd, it had let out the same scream.

"Evil God Yi!"

Hearing it, Yue Gongli became even more flustered.

The damned one who should have