"No!" Terror filled Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor's eyes.
Screech! After barely holding on for a while, the old fiend was already at the end of his strength. The Foul Evil Heavenly Blade plunged into Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor's brow.
Pfft, pfft! The Demon Bat Blade and the lightning spear also pierced his body one after another.
Wen Yan, Jin Tong, and the other Dragon Lords joined the attack in turn. In an instant, Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor's body was cut into dozens of pieces.
Just then, the scattered remains melted like snow and ice. As they dissolved, a gust of wind scattered them throughout the void as tiny blue and crimson lights. They looked like a colorful, star-speckled sky—beautiful beyond compare.
Yan Ji and Ji Ting, who were closest, along with a great many Dragon Soldiers, instantly fell into that starry dreamscape.
"Moo, ma, om!" Flames surged around the Sacred Boulder Dharma Manifestation, and a vast chorus of Buddhist chants rolled forth. Stirred by the outside stimulus, Ji Ting and Yan Ji finally came to their senses. They glimpsed a half-ruined head fleeing into the colorful starry sky before disappearing.
"So that fellow still managed to escape." Yan Ji, still unwilling to accept it, slashed at the void and split the starry sky in two.
"He was an Emperor-rank powerhouse, after all. Getting away with only half a ruined head and a wisp of divine sense is already a good result." The Sacred Boulder Dharma Manifestation shook its head.
That Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor had no realm-suppressing treasure, yet his strength was beyond imagination. He was already little weaker than the Heavenly Emperor Yu Xuan at the peak of his power, and even somewhat stronger than the Foul Celestial Dragon that had invaded the Dragon Domain.
If the Foul Celestial