In truth, Qin Luo did not need the Ancient Demon Warrior to act; he could still have dealt with this Gu Family ancestor himself.
It was merely a temporary phantom condensed from wisps of souls drifting through the Ancient God Battlefield, along with the blood spilled by those previously killed.
But having the Ancient Demon Warrior act was the cleanest and most efficient approach. Within the Ancient God Battlefield, the Ancient Demon Warrior was the most invincible existence—bar none.
Neither the Zombie King nor the Evil Spirit King could compare.
"No!" Gu Yiyang roared. He could not believe that the ancestor had fallen to his knees just like that. He refused to accept it!
The ancestor was gone—what about him? What could he do now?
"It seems you're very sad. Don't worry. If you run fast enough, you might still catch up to him."
Qin Luo looked at Gu Yiyang and smiled.
Under the double blow to both his mind and from Qin Luo's Sword Qi, Gu Yiyang finally could not hold on any longer.
"No!"
"I refuse to accept this!" The Ancient God phantom behind Gu Yiyang shattered. That Sword Qi could no longer be stopped.
He still wanted to become the Gu Family's young master. He still wanted to become a giant of the Divine Realm. But now, everything had turned to nothing!
This was merely a tiny Ancient God Battlefield. How could he, a direct descendant of an immortal aristocratic family, die here?
Yet no matter how unwilling he was, it could not change his fate.
Whoosh! Sword Qi pierced through him. Gu Yiyang's life force was severed, and he was dead as a doornail.
A wisp of illusory soul emerged, attempting to escape, but this was the Human Emperor Banner—the forbidden ground of departed souls.
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