The next moment, the giant net vanished.
At the spot where the Demon Shadow Palace Venerable Lord's physical body had been destroyed, a half-illusory, half-solid Misty Figure emerged.
The figure was like mist from head to toe, giving off an ethereal and unreal feeling. Yet every wisp of fog was filled with the unique aura of divine sense.
The Demon Shadow Palace Venerable Lord paid no heed to his revealed Primordial Spirit. His eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Su Shi'er, with towering hatred seeming to churn within them.
"Su Shi'er! You bastard, Su Shi'er!!!"
"You dared to destroy my Immortal Path. If I do not kill you today, then I, Cui Fengtian, will have lived this life in vain!"
Clouds and mist swirled around him as a sinister voice rang out.
The instant his words fell, the Demon Shadow Palace Venerable Lord's Primordial Spirit flickered and transformed into a mass of golden mist, charging straight at Su Shi'er.
As for Su Shi'er, after forcibly unleashing the Thousand Year Strike, he was completely drained. He panted heavily, unable to mobilize even the slightest bit of true essence.
Within his dantian, the two Nascent Soul infants had nearly exhausted all their nascent essence as well, their expressions utterly listless.
Staring at the incoming Primordial Spirit, he wanted to use the move within the Seven Shadows of the Deep Cloud sword art specifically designed for the Primordial Spirits of Out-of-Body stage cultivators, but there was nothing he could do.
"Watch out!"
"Senior Brother Su, dodge!"
"Damn it! He's dead with only his Primordial Spirit left, yet he still refuses to give up?"
Everyone knew Su Shi'er's situation was far from promising, and none of them could simply stand by and watch something happen to him.
Seeing this, they all cried out warnings.