But faced with the doubts of these three Ancient Demon Saints, Xia Ping had no intention of explaining anything. He took out the hell artifact, the Samsara Pen.
He poured all the mana in his body into it, completely unleashing the supreme power of the Samsara Pen.
In an instant, three dark-golden beams blasted forth from the depths of the Samsara Pen, seemingly condensed from countless hell scriptures and carrying the auras of slaughter, destruction, hell, eternity, chaos, and more.
This power directly locked onto the souls of the three Ancient Demon Saints. It was a divine ability aimed at the soul.
With the Phantom Sound Flower concealing him, even the Cosmic Virtual Network could not detect anything unusual about him. Thus, he could use his trump cards without restraint.
"Damn it, we're finished."
"What kind of power is this?"
"Spacetime Domain, spacetime barriers, I alone am invincible, reverse heaven and earth!"
The three Ancient Demon Saints roared in fury. They sensed a fatal crisis, as though an ancient Underworld God had fixed its gaze upon them. This destructive fluctuation targeting their souls made their hair stand on end and their livers and gallbladders split with terror.
Each of them activated the spacetime domain within their bodies. In an instant, layer upon layer of spacetime barriers filled the space around them—at least eighteen thousand layers in all.
Even Ancient Demon Saints of the same rank would need the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to break through these spacetime barriers.
They were supremely confident in their defenses.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Unfortunately, these three dark-golden beams were the power of reincarnation unleashed by the Samsara Pen. They also contained the power of karma and the soul, transcending spacetime itself.
These spacetime barriers simply could not block them.
In the blink