Feeling the injuries within him, Ning Wangshu was somewhat shocked and enraged.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Staring at the Demon Soul, which looked like a demon god, a chill, murderous glint flashed through his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You've struck me; now it's my turn!"
"Pre—"
He formed another seal in an instant and cast Pre-Technique once more.
This time, he pushed Pre-Technique to its limits. It was as if a golden ocean surged from between his brows, sweeping across nearly half the sky.
It was like a golden sea of stars stretching across the heavens!
Countless characters reading "Advance" appeared in the golden ocean, dancing through the air before instantly transforming into a dense mass of golden swords.
Under Ning Wangshu's direction, the countless golden swords formed a vast sword formation and completely surrounded the Demon Soul.
In an instant, ten thousand swords shot forth!
Seeing this, the Demon Soul showed signs of panic.
It frantically turned the black lightning around it into a thick barrier of electricity, trying to stop the golden swords, but it was all in vain.
The black lightning was just as incapable of hindering the golden swords formed by Pre-Technique.
"Pfft! Pfft, pfft..."
One golden sword after another pierced through the Demon Soul in an instant!
The Demon Soul had already been riddled with countless pinprick-sized wounds by Ning Wangshu's earlier use of Pre-Technique. Now, struck again by the swords formed from Pre-Technique, it was quickly torn apart into countless pieces of varying sizes.
Then the unending golden swords continued to shred it, bit by bit, until it began to vanish...
Even at its peak, that demon had been an immortal-level existence, with an immensely powerful Demon Soul. But it could not