The Old Ancestors' techniques struck Wang Quan at once—the Bull Demon Old Ancestor's giant axe swept across him, the Vermilion Bird Old Ancestor's flaming sword slashed down at an angle, the Lion Old Ancestor's golden claws tore into him, the Flying Fish Old Ancestor's water blade sliced through him, and the Scorpion Race Old Ancestor's venomous stinger pierced him. Even the Snake Demon Old Ancestor, who had stayed behind to cover the others, used the last of his strength before dying to spray Wang Quan with a cloud of poison.
Crack—! Squelch—! Riiip—!
The sounds of tearing, slicing, and piercing tangled together. Under the concentrated assault, Wang Quan's body was torn apart once more. His right leg snapped off, his left leg flew away, and though his remaining Vajra Arm had not been severed, it was ripped from his torso. His upper body fell to the ground. Blood spread beneath him, pooling into a horrifying crimson lake.
Once again, he had been reduced to little more than a human stump. His torso was mangled, all four limbs were gone, and his chest lay wide open. His exposed heart thudded away as though it might stop at any moment.
Yet, strangely, the force of his presence had not weakened. It was climbing at an astonishing speed!
"What's going on?!" The Bull Demon Old Ancestor gripped his giant axe, brows knotted and eyes full of uncertainty. "All his limbs are gone. Why is his aura getting stronger?"
"No... This isn't right!" The Lion Old Ancestor took half a step back, his golden mane standing on end. "After an injury like that, he should be on his last breath even if he survives. How can he..."
The Vermilion Bird Old Ancestor's face darkened. He said nothing, but a rare trace of unease flashed