The Heavenly Dao's pressure had weakened to its limit. Its Origin heavenly body had been severed, dealing it a devastating blow.
The King of Chaos, Azure Heaven, and the others were horrified. What was happening? Was Dugu Baitian about to slay the Heavenly Dao?
As the Heavenly Dao's lackeys, they knew its divine might better than almost anyone.
Yet now, Dugu Baitian alone seemed to have gravely wounded it?
"How could you develop the Eight Styles of Chaos to this point? How could you be this strong?"
Disbelief rang in the Heavenly Dao's voice. The original Eight Styles of Chaos had already been astonishing—a Demonic Nature-filled supreme art said to be beyond the power of even Heaven to create, save for Dugu Baitian and the other four!
That claim was somewhat exaggerated, but not by much. The Heavenly Dao itself had once praised the Eight Styles of Chaos.
Yet when it met Dugu Baitian again, he had advanced it to unfathomable heights!
Most terrifying of all was Dugu Baitian's own strength!
"How could something rotten and decaying understand such surging vitality?"
Dugu Baitian answered calmly and did not let up. "Dugu" swept across the battlefield. The Heavenly Dao could resist less and less as its wounds deepened and heavenly blood sprayed everywhere. Even those on the eighth heaven could now see with their own eyes that it was utterly on the back foot.
"Worthy of the Primordial First Forbidden God," Meng Chuan said in admiration as he watched the livestream.
To be fair, Dugu Baitian's talent ranked among the very best in the entire Chat Group. Before, he had run out of road ahead and faced the crushing restraints of his world.
Now the World Shackles were gone, and the entire Chat Group supplied him with resources. In an instant,