"Dragon Lord, I'm willing to leave behind the Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons. I only ask that you spare my life." After failing to break the formation, the ant-headed monster was beginning to panic.
He had held back from taking part in the several great battles in the Dragon Domain, remaining outside it and keeping watch for thousands of years. He had thought himself extremely cautious, yet he had never imagined that Lu Xiaotian had sensed his presence long ago and even prepared a contingency specifically for him.
Against such an old fox, how could Lu Xiaotian possibly give him any chance to catch his breath?
The attacks of the Sumeru Sacred Path Demon-Slaying Sword Formation came without end. Despair filled the ant-headed monster's eyes. His opponent had him completely outmaneuvered, and the Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons within him were utterly suppressed. He couldn't even make a last-ditch attempt to take them both down. All he could do was watch as the sword shadows drew closer and closer.
Clang, clang! After struggling to hold them off for a while, one sword shadow, then a second, then a third slashed into him. The defense of his demonic armor was being worn away at an astonishing rate.
Crack! After being slashed an unknown number of times, his demonic armor shattered. The ant-headed monster struggled desperately within the formation, but still couldn't change his fate of being annihilated.
The ant-headed monster was undeniably powerful. Even in such an unfavorable situation, he held out for several days, but in the end, countless space sword shadows cut him to pieces.
His Primordial Spirit was trapped inside the formation, so there was naturally nowhere for it to escape. A person who should have had nothing to do with the war had instead become the first powerful demon lord to