"Stop!"
Only then did Gou Wuyue's belated shout carry out from within the Nation-Covering Sky Shroud.
But with their spiritual leader's head having been blown apart by a single slap, which member of the Saint Slave could endure such humiliation? The battle was far from over!
Then came another boom.
Yu Lingdi's body, which had burst into chunks of flesh in midair, was forcibly smashed into pulp by the several-hundred-zhang phantom of an ancient tome amid the Storyteller's savage expression, then ruthlessly ground into the enormous purple begonia blooming upon the ground.
"Hah."
The bewitching purple begonia petals trembled.
With a soft sound, they closed like a man-eating flower and swallowed everything whole.
"Glug."
The flower stem bulged and writhed downward like an intestine.
"Gulp."
Xu Xiaoshou swallowed as well, his face turning green from what he saw.
"I knew it, I knew it..."
"I knew these people had merely been testing the waters in the White Cavern..."
This was too fucking insane!
Several Cutting Path and Taixu experts—working together like it was child's play, they had chained their attacks and outright played to death Yu Lingdi, the wielder of a supreme profundity said to be capable of annihilating Taixu?
"Spit him out!"
An enraged voice came from the horizon.
At this point, Number Thirty-Three had already repaired his body and shot over.
But he had ultimately been more than a step too late.
By the time he reached the battlefield, the purple begonia that covered the entire ground gave a faint tremble, as though it had let out a satisfied burp, and its petals had already returned to full bloom.
Number Thirty-Three's eyes reddened.
Yu Lingdi had been his partner.
Over all these years, they had witnessed each other's growth.
Yet because of one misstep on his part, his