The moment the sword formation shattered, the nine natal flying swords also suffered an immense impact, their blades webbed with cracks.
Pfft!
With his natal flying swords damaged, Sword Howl Ancestor suffered a devastating backlash to his mind. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously in midair.
A figure flickered.
Chen Changming suddenly appeared before Sword Howl Ancestor, his face cold and impassive.
Boom!
One palm came down, and Sword Howl Ancestor instantly exploded into a cloud of blood.
In less than two breaths, Sword Howl Ancestor and True Person Fire Cloud had both fallen, leaving Extreme Yang Ancestor below staring in utter disbelief.
"My junior brother is far too strong."
he muttered.
Elsewhere in the void, Dark Nether Ancestor suddenly snapped out of his shock.
He abruptly realized that he had reached a life-or-death crisis. If he did not use his trump card, there would be no way out for him today.
In one breath, he activated over twenty fifth-rank low-grade talismans, forming a vast, tsunami-like barrage before him. Then he fled without a trace.
Chen Changming shattered the talisman barrage with a single punch and gave chase.
But after pursuing him out of the spatial fragment passageway, he discovered that Dark Nether Ancestor had vanished completely.
Standing before the entrance to the spatial fragment, Chen Changming shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Although I can kill cultivators at the second level of Spirit Transformation, I still can't catch a cultivator at the first level of Spirit Transformation..."
When it came to speed, he was still too slow.
There was no way for him to solve that problem in the short term unless his cultivation broke through.
"Junior Brother, how was it? Did you catch Dark Nether Ancestor?" When Chen Changming returned