"Not good—it's Sacred Way suppression, completely sealing off the regeneration of flesh and blood!"
A Great Demon King could not help letting out a terrified wail.
All the Great Demon Kings revealed incredulous expressions. How could a Great Scholar of the Fourth Realm possess such power?
Not long ago, Fang Yun had been chased by them into the Ancient Demon Blood Tomb Mausoleum. How long had it been? Why had he obtained Sacred Way Power?
Yet all the Great Demon Kings had no choice but to believe what lay before their eyes. To kill a Great Demon King with a single sword strike, either the power had to be so strong that it utterly annihilated life, or it had to contain Sacred Way might that prevented life from reviving. There was no third possibility.
In a single exchange, the number of Great Demon Kings had plummeted from thirty-two to twenty. If these Great Demon Kings had been members of the Human Race, they would have fled at once, but now they were controlled by their battle instincts.
They did not leave because they possessed the power the Demon Barbarian race took such pride in.
Celestial Aspect Strike.
Thus, the twenty Great Demon Kings instinctively used their strongest power and attacked Fang Yun.
Above the sky, enormous shadows layered upon one another: massive elephant legs, gigantic wolf heads, tiger claws as huge as colossal beasts, gaping maws stretched across the horizon...
Twenty layers of Celestial Aspect Strikes erupted together. Heaven and earth changed color, and primordial energy shook.
However, Celestial Aspect Strikes required a certain amount of time to fully take shape. During that time, one Celestial Aspect Strike after another scattered apart.
Their masters had died.
The Fifteen Resonances eight-patterned True Dragon Ancient Sword had already completely surpassed the limit