Xia Ming did not pay much attention to the arrow Kong Deming had fired.
A physical attack at the Limit Douluo level.
With the enhancement of his Martial Soul Avatar, power of this degree could at most be considered a distraction.
What he truly needed to watch out for was the Evil Emperor.
As its eighty-one tentacles danced, the mental force field it condensed even surpassed Xia Ming's current state.
Every invisible spike struck precisely at the weak points of his soul.
This was the power that could truly threaten an existence at the Demigod level.
"But that is all."
Xia Ming clenched his left hand in the air, and the sharp edge of the Dark-Gold Terrorclaw tore five rifts through the air as it lunged straight for the Evil Emperor!
The Evil Emperor's scarlet pupils suddenly contracted. Its eighty-one tentacles writhed like frenzied serpents, weaving layer upon layer into an impenetrable defensive net.
It knew perfectly well that if this claw strike landed, even its cultivation would suffer severe damage!
Clang—!
The instant claw and tentacles collided, the clash of metal echoed across heaven and earth.
The mental shock and physical tremors merged into destructive ripples, shredding all the clouds within several miles.
And at that very instant, Kong Deming's arrow arrived.
The arrow was silent, yet it drew a mournful cry from the entire expanse of space as it viciously nailed itself into Xia Ming's back.
Boom—!
The scale of the explosion surpassed everyone's imagination.
It was as though more than ten Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells had detonated at the same point.
A blazing white sphere rapidly expanded, while the shockwave swept outward like a tsunami.
The earth was heaved into waves of soil dozens of meters high, and the peaks of distant mountain ranges collapsed