"What a pity..."
A half-mad young man in azure robes, his face covered in vivid red cracks, blocked the path of every Divine Lord of the Ancient God Alliance, chattering away.
He could not be beaten to death or killed for good.
Like a festering sore clinging to bone, he would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
All of this sent a chill through the Divine Lords. Their scalps prickled.
Faced with such an opponent, they would have to stay together for the rest of their lives, never parting, never leaving anyone alone. Otherwise, they would plunge into a bottomless abyss.
"Cheap tricks!"
Three-Faced gave a cold laugh.
He stopped drawing on the formation and struck alone. His three heads took on the wrathful aspect of Vajra. His six arms wielded a vajra scepter, prayer beads of human bone, a skull bowl, a soul-shattering awl, a bone hammer, and a monastic knife, chopping down with savage force. With a sweep of his hands, he formed a profound Six Paths killing formation that bore down on Jiang Ding, while the webs of law of the ghost, strength, and heavenly paths covered every direction.
In his every movement, the terrifying power of a cultivator at the peak of Dao Integration was plain to see.
Boom!
The Six Paths, Six Hells killing formation crashed down. Boundless black and ghostly qi stabbed wildly into the young man in azure robes, tearing him apart. His flesh and bones became countless fragments, corroded away by ghostly qi until only a few dull, gray-white shards of bone remained.
It happened yet again.
Yet the Divine Lords of the Ancient God Alliance felt a measure of relief.
"Keep your heads."
"It's only an illusion. Pay it no mind."
Three-Faced's six arms shifted behind him, leaving overlapping