Whoosh...
A streak of sword radiance fully a hundred thousand feet long, shimmering from end to end as though formed by nature itself, slashed straight toward Ji Youzi from the Nether River behind him.
Its might was staggering!
Utterly terrifying!
The instant that sword strike took shape, everyone's expression changed drastically. Yan Fangheng, who had been brimming with excitement not far from Ji Youzi, now paled, his eyes filled with terror.
His entire body began trembling uncontrollably.
If that sword strike had targeted him, Yan Fangheng was certain he would have had nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide. He would have died without a doubt.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
At the same time, an overwhelming sense of danger welled up in Ji Youzi's heart. He had no time to turn and look at that hundred-thousand-foot sword radiance, but he knew...
That sword strike could very well take his life!
Ji Youzi's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with horror. He knew Qin Hao possessed extraordinary strength; otherwise, Qin Hao could never have slain the Sixteen Aberrant Demons so easily.
But Ji Youzi had his own advantages. He and the Sixteen Aberrant Demons were all seven-star peak Ancestral Gods, but in terms of strength...
Ji Youzi was confident he could suppress the Sixteen Aberrant Demons.
Yet now, faced with Qin Hao's sword strike...
He felt that either he had underestimated the strength of the Sixteen Aberrant Demons, or he had underestimated Qin Hao.
Ji Youzi leaned toward the latter.
Unfortunately, he had no more time to consider it.
"Eight Desolations Seal!"
In that moment of crisis, Ji Youzi reacted with astonishing speed.
He had no choice. Even the slightest delay could have cost him his life.
With a thought, a square seal about the size of his palm appeared out of thin air