The mutation happened right before their eyes. Aside from that inexplicable premonition, there was no buffer, nor any opportunity to react.
The nine-foot-tall brute no longer had time to ponder why such a situation had arisen. For any race, the back of the head was one of the most vulnerable spots on the body and the closest to the vital centers. Even if the nine-foot-tall brute had cultivated its True Form Dharma Body to the absolute limit—impervious to blades, spears, water, and fire—it could not shift its brain palace into its chest cavity. At that moment, it felt every hair on its body stand on end, and the memories within its bloodline felt like a burning hot branding iron striking straight at its heart.
"Haodian's God Slaying Thorn!"
True to its fierce and ruthless reputation, the God Slaying Thorn unleashed its peerless armor-penetrating ability. Even a consummated True Form Dharma Body was pierced right through, and the icy, deathly chill surged straight into the brain. The nine-foot-tall brute let out a great cry, with no time for second thoughts. The demonic qi all over its body almost burst into flames as it desperately resisted the advancing chill.
It was so intensely focused on this that everything else was completely ignored.
Yet beneath the burning demonic qi, that freezing, deathly intent truly resembled a sharp needle made of ice; it melted instantly, leaving not a trace behind.
Gone? The nine-foot-tall brute never expected such an outcome. Haodian's legendary, notoriously fierce God Slaying Thorn—how could it be resolved this easily?
Wait, it remembered easily resisting it just a moment ago as well... That was it. Even if that little bug was Haodian's successor, when all was said and done, he only possessed the cultivation of the Returning Elixir initial stage. Just how