"Caw caw caw caw, he can't hold on any longer! He can't hold on any longer!"
Little Eight cackled nastily. Standing on Green's shoulder, he pointed one wing at the Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi's true will body beneath the Dark Gate vortex, practically vibrating with excitement.
In the Dimensional Esophagus battle, with the Demon Doll at the forefront and Green and An Tuximo supporting it against the Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi, the latter's continuing supply of willpower seemed unable to last. In the war within the Dark Great World beyond the Dark Gate, the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion must have gained an absolute advantage—enough to affect the very foundation of the Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi's consciousness.
Come to think of it, since the Fate Lever Magic Staff could endlessly transmit Demon Dolls across time and space, this Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi should, in theory, have tried to summon other Sacred Ancestors through the Dark Gate. Yet it had done no such thing. It had insisted on fighting one against three, and thus gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"Truth profundity, Art of Creation from Nothing—Space-Based Planet-Killing Cannon!"
Boom!
From the Dimensional Sphere at the tip of the Truth-Balance Magic Staff, a blazing beam pierced through layer upon layer of Source of Darkness miasma.
The Saint Ancestor Wushi, whose momentum had been steadily declining, could no longer defend as before or use the Dark Gate's spatial-temporal shifting methods to counterattack. It chose instead to force its true body through a spatial-temporal displacement, evading Green's will lock.
With a hum, the dazzling beam brushed past the Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi's true will body. Though it blasted away portions of its outer true body, it was still a miss by a hair, a loss by a thousand miles.
After that supporting attack, crackling sounds rang