Daoist Xuan Yuan and Daoist Li Yan brought forth their active Spirit Treasures and coordinated with Bei Ming to launch supporting attacks.
As for the avatar, it only needed to maintain the Qiankun Cauldron and guard Penglai. No great expectations were placed on its offensive capabilities.
The Twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls transformed into streaming light and smashed toward the Destruction Demon God;
The Wind Trace-less Sword stirred the winds, and howling hurricanes became an unending barrage of slashes;
The Ice Soul Cold Needle swept through soundlessly, mixed among the Profound Feathers, its chill piercing to the bone;
The Dragon Head Crutch smashed down through the air, bringing booming sonic explosions;
The Black Dragon Sword soared into the sky, transforming into an enormous black dragon whose roar shook the heavens;
The Yin Yang Mirror flashed with light, striking directly at the Destruction Demon God's True Spirit.
"Hmph!" The Destruction Demon God's expression was cold, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Will a pile of little trinkets become useful just because there are more of them?"
A far more terrifying aura of destruction suddenly erupted around him.
Endless storms of destruction churned within the Sealing Land, their aura even leaking out and crashing into the outside world.
On the Three Immortal Islands, although the Spirit Roots had already been transplanted by Bei Ming, grass, trees, rocks, and streams still remained...
Now, shrouded by the aura of destruction, they all withered and collapsed into powder. Even the dust was annihilated.
At the same time, a dark-purple scepter appeared in the Destruction Demon God's hand.
He pointed with the scepter. "World-destroying Flood!"
Destruction Qi poured forth. Everywhere it passed, every attack was extinguished, silently turning into nothingness.
Bei Ming's expression turned grave, and he had no choice but to abandon his attack and fully activate