"It seems this illusion domain still falls a little short of subduing Early Ancient Saints. It can only barely affect a trace of an Early Ancient Saint's movements—but even a trace is enough."
Hearing the roars of the three Early Ancient demon saints of the Celestial Wolf Clan as they erupted with power and tried to break through his illusion domain, Xia Ping merely shook his head, utterly unconcerned.
Although these three Early Ancient demon saints radiated terrifying killing intent and seemed incomparably enraged, their movements had already become slightly sluggish under the suppression of his illusion domain.
And in a battle between saints, even the slightest delay was fatal.
He would never miss such a perfect opportunity.
"Hell Golden Crow Claw."
Xia Ping looked calmly at the three Early Ancient demon saints of the Celestial Wolf Clan and struck out with a claw.
In an instant, nine billion Hell Golden Crow Cells within his body trembled. The immense Hell Golden Crow Bloodline erupted, seeming to draw upon vast ancient power from hell itself.
Vaguely, a Hell Golden Crow emerged behind him and let out an earth-shaking roar. That roar seemed to pass through endless time and space, arriving from the depths of hell and terrifying countless gods and devils out of their wits.
At once, a colossal dark-golden claw reached out from the void, stretching across hundreds of millions of kilometers. Even a sun seemed incomparably tiny before this claw, like a football.
Upon seeing this dark-golden claw, every saint felt incomparably insignificant, as if they had returned to the days when they had still been mortals, sensing an eternal aura and a legend that had stepped out of the age of myths.
This dark-golden giant claw merely struck out once, then closed slightly.
Boom!
The three Early Ancient