Once this strike had finished gathering.
Dongfang Cang did not hesitate in the slightest. He immediately concluded that Kunpeng was going to die.
"This strike is a double attack upon both the Divine Soul and the flesh."
"So the Sky-Slaying Sword is powerful because of this..."
"Once this strike has gathered... even this old man would not dare save him... With the Divine Soul Power of all the Dao Heads throughout history combined, if this old man dared stand in front of Kunpeng and block it..."
"My Divine Soul would likely be shattered on the spot..."
Dongfang Cang murmured slowly, his expression turning somewhat grim.
He looked toward Zeng Anmin and was just about to speak when his face abruptly changed.
Where was he???
Where was the Holy Son?? Damn it!!
He began to panic. "Holy Son, don't do anything rash..."
However.
It was too late.
At the instant the attack formed from the Sky-Slaying Sword in the Dao Head's hand high in the sky.
Zeng Anmin had already vanished from where he stood.
His figure had not even left behind an afterimage.
After a flash of white light, he disappeared into thin air!!
On the battlefield.
The attacks of Xu Huai and the Dao Head collided with Kunpeng's attack.
But after the Dao Head's Sky-Slaying Sword shone with pure violet radiance and met Kunpeng's dark blue glow.
It split off another alarming stream of gray air.
That stream was as thick as a yard.
It shot straight toward Kunpeng's face!!
The gray stream was utterly silent.
Yet it carried a lethal sense of crisis.
Leaving Kunpeng with no time to react at all!!
As he watched the gray stream draw close.
A flicker of terror flashed through Kunpeng's sole remaining eye!!
Clearly, he knew that if this stream reached