Dead.
Or rather, the Nightmare Demon Emperor's external spirit body was gone.
That was right. In the eyes of these veteran generals, the Nightmare Demon Emperor, whose movements had completely frozen, had already had its shell utterly annihilated by Ling Zhan.
And just as that thought settled—
Crack!!
The image, frozen for a full five seconds, suddenly rang with a crisp sound.
Immediately after...
Crash!!
Every member of the Demon-Slaying Legion erupted into an utterly stunned uproar!
"Holy shit! The sky split into three pieces!"
Amid the cries of shock—
Two incomparably savage cracks stretched across heaven and earth, dividing the entire Nightmare Space into three parts.
The cracks were exceptionally smooth and even, like mirrors.
Clearly—
This was the result of that Jobless Freelancer's dual-sword Rising Strike just now!
"What kind of damn Rising Strike was that!?"
"It actually forcefully sliced open the Nightmare Demon Emperor's domain space!?"
"Fuck! Am I dreaming...?"
"Look at the Nightmare Demon Emperor in the sky! It got split in half too!"
"Wait... that doesn't seem to be its true body! Look at that sphere!"
Only then did everyone see that after the Nightmare Space had been torn apart, a black eyeball roughly three meters tall let out a shriek and fell from the sky.
Ling Zhan, standing on the ground, could not even be bothered to spare it a glance. The Myriad Transformer in his hand turned into an Armor-Piercing Blazing Sun Longbow, and he casually drew and nocked an arrow.
Whoosh!!
A golden arrow shot forth.
It pierced straight through the black eyeball falling from the sky.
Splat!!
The black eyeball seemed to possess no combat ability whatsoever. Ling Zhan's arrow pierced it with effortless ease, and it crashed to the ground, turning into a revolting pool of foul-smelling blood.
Buzz!!
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