"Taking me down won't be that easy!"
Although Pan Heng felt immense pressure bearing down on him, he still had no intention of giving up.
He had once been a true Dao Integrator!
How could he possibly die here!
Hongjun was merely approaching the Dao Integration Realm. How could someone like him possibly kill Pan Heng!
Pan Heng drew a deep breath and held nothing back.
"Originally, this was a trump card I saved for when I attempted Dao Integration. But now, I can no longer afford to hold anything back!"
Pan Heng's expression was grim.
He truly had never imagined that an ambush he had thought entirely under his control would end up costing him so much.
He could no longer keep his prepared trump card in reserve.
"Die!"
Pan Heng shouted, and black light instantly blazed across his body.
In that instant, it was as though an invisible blade had slashed into him.
Although he suffered no physical injury, Pan Heng's expression grew considerably grimmer.
Without any hesitation, Pan Heng closed his eyes.
A hazy figure appeared above his head.
This was Pan Heng's soul.
Although he now possessed a body, it was ultimately just a body he had taken to use, and it could not unleash his full strength.
His final trump card could only work through the power of his soul.
"You're the first person to force me this far!"
Pan Heng stared at Hongjun, his face filled with fury.
In truth, Pan Heng's hatred for Hongjun had already reached its peak.
In his mind, everything was Hongjun's fault.
If Hongjun had not schemed against him over the matter of Sun Wukong, how could he have ended up in today's predicament?
If that had never happened, how could Pan Heng have been forced into his current