With Wen He and the woman in the Asura mask having fled ahead of him, the Night Plague Demon Ox would have been dead if he had hesitated even a little.
The Night Plague Demon Ox had judged the situation correctly, but he still failed to escape with his life. He simply didn't understand how terrifying a powerhouse with a Primordial Spirit Demon Body could be.
A single Red-Horned Ghost Cauldron wasn't even enough to hold the old monster back. With one swing, the old man's blade nearly cleaved it in two as easily as splitting rotten wood. Without pausing, the elder of the Mistvoid Demon Wolf Clan slashed at the Night Plague Demon Ox again.
His opponent was simply too fast. The Night Plague Demon Ox felt that even his divine sense couldn't spread outward as quickly as the blade's shadow. Almost the moment he sensed the danger, the blade shadow was already upon him.
That was the strength of a Primordial Spirit Body: once the profundities of law entered the Primordial Spirit, both might and speed underwent a whole new transformation.
Only powerhouses at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, working together in sufficient numbers, might be able to withstand an attack like that.
Now that the Red-Horned Ghost Cauldron had been cleaved apart, the Night Plague Demon Ox alone had no way to defend himself. He couldn't flee, and he couldn't block the attack.
Pfft! After struggling to hold out for a few breaths, the Night Plague Demon Ox was cleaved in two as well. A great mass of mist split off from the blade shadow and enveloped the severed pieces of his corpse, further eroding his body as it tried to destroy the divine sense he had hidden away.
In an instant, several promising