As he muttered!
The figure raised his head, revealing a pitch-black face with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Yet through the soot, one could vaguely make out his original features.
If Cheng Buzheng had been here, he would definitely have recognized this man.
After all, the two had crossed paths several times.
That was right.
He was Venerable Guanping, one of the many Supremes of the human race.
At this moment, he no longer bore his usual lofty, world-suppressing air. Instead, he looked exactly like a beggar by the roadside.
Venerable Guanping glanced back at the land behind him, where lightning flashed and blazed, and could not help cursing inwardly:
"Damn it! Even if Thunder Abyss holds a treasure that defies the heavens, this Old Daoist is never coming back!"
With that said.
He fled outward without looking back.
Though he was traveling on foot, he was not slow in the slightest.
The reason he did not fly was likely because he feared this forbidden ground.
Otherwise.
If one could fly freely within such a forbidden ground, how could a Supreme of a realm be reduced to such a sorry state?
However.
At that moment, a heavenly bolt a hundred zhang thick suddenly crashed down upon the figure sprinting across the ground.
Boom!
Lightning exploded, and terrifying ripples shook outward in every direction.
At the same time.
The streak of light Venerable Guanping had transformed into shattered, and his supreme Treasure Body was blasted into pieces in that instant.
Clearly.
Even Spirit Transformation Venerables could not sense the descending heavenly lightning in advance and evade it.
Before the heavenly lightning coursing with lightning radiance, Spirit Transformation Venerables seemed no different from mortals—it made no distinction between them.
Still.
A Spirit Transformation Venerable was, after all,