Qiu Taoguang had blood at the corner of his mouth. He spun around in shock, and as he watched the axe-light about to fall upon him, a look of grim resolve surfaced in his violently trembling eyes.
In the blink of an eye, a Great Dao shimmered in Qiu Taoguang's right palm. A jade talisman, its whole body a dusky yellow and exuding an ancient, timeworn aura, suddenly appeared.
This was his last life-saving measure, a treasure of the utmost value!
When he had first entered these Ancient Demonic Sect Ruins, he had thought he would never need to use it. Yet he had never expected that in less than half a month, Jiang Shu would force him to rely on this final means of survival!
Under the overwhelming pressure of the Panwu Sky-Opening Axe, a pained look crossed Qiu Taoguang's face. Without the slightest hesitation, he crushed the dusky yellow jade talisman in his hand!
BOOM!!
The instant the talisman shattered, a vast, boundless aura suddenly surged above Qiu Taoguang's head, roiling violently. The void abruptly collapsed and broke apart, and from the pitch-black spatial rift, a hand wreathed in dense Great Dao power reached out!
The wind and clouds changed color, and thunder surged!
The enormous hand seemed to contain an unsurpassable might. Even the surrounding world could not bear it; the primordial energy scattered and collapsed, becoming a torrent that swept in every direction!
Even beneath the fierce assault of the Panwu Sky-Opening Axe, the hand remained solid and unbroken, as tenacious as before. It reached straight down, wrapped Qiu Taoguang in its palm, then withdrew into the shattered spatial rift.
However, Qiu Taoguang had a way to escape death. The other old monsters among the Demon Sect True Lords had no such foundation.
The Pangu Sky-Opening