"At your command!"
Star Moon Demon Saint grinned, a cruel, savage expression spreading across the dead face of a Deity Transformation powerhouse.
He took a single step and appeared before the lead Black-Robed Figure as though he had teleported.
"Get away! How dare a lowly native touch me?!"
Although ninety percent of the lead Black-Robed Figure's cultivation had been suppressed, his pride as a peak nascent soul cultivator remained. He roared, frantically surging the remnants of his true essence in an attempt to drive Star Moon Demon Saint back.
But it was futile.
Star Moon Demon Saint did not even use magical power. He simply extended his withered, deathly pale hand and clamped it around the Black-Robed Figure's neck like an iron vise.
Crack!
The crisp sound of breaking bone rang out.
How could a peak nascent soul cultivator with his true essence sealed possibly withstand the sheer physical strength of a divine transformation body?
The Black-Robed Figure's eyes bulged. His protective stellar aura crumpled like paper, and agonized rasping sounds escaped his throat.
Star Moon Demon Saint brought two fingers of his other hand together like a sword. Dazzling black light gathered at his fingertips as he struck the Black-Robed Figure's dantian, the space between his brows, and every major fatal pressure point with lightning speed.
Pop, pop, pop!
A series of muffled bursts rang out. The Black-Robed Figure's nascent soul was sealed completely, his earthshaking cultivation instantly reduced to nothing. Star Moon Demon Saint tossed him into the air like a dead dog.
Seeing this, the remaining two did not dare resist. They could only watch helplessly as Star Moon Demon Saint did the same to them, firmly sealing their meridians and nascent souls. As for the three peak nascent soul spirit beasts, a few slaps from Star