Jieyin stared fixedly at the figure ten thousand miles away.
Golden buddha light flowed ceaselessly through his eyes. Those eyes, so accustomed to the desolation of the world, now showed a rare trace of uncontrollable horror and bewilderment.
He couldn't be killed?
What the fuck was going on?!
Jieyin's breathing grew heavier, and the muscles of his sorrowful face twitched faintly.
He was utterly certain that he had not held back in the slightest with that last strike.
The "Swastika" rune embodied the supreme essence of his Buddhist dharma as a Hunyuan Limitless Daluo Golden Immortal. It subdued demons, shattered obstacles, cleansed the world, and annihilated evil. Every line contained heaven-destroying, earth-shattering power capable of erasing everything.
Never mind a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal-even an ordinary Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal could not have taken that blow head-on and emerged unscathed, much less been reborn on the spot an instant after his dao body exploded!
Yet the truth stood before his eyes.
He had personally watched Luohu's body explode under the bombardment of Buddhist power, watched his dark purple demonic blood fall in a sky-filling rain, watched the Devil Dao laws collapse and dissipate, and watched Luohu's presence vanish completely from heaven and earth.
Cleanly. Utterly.
Yet in the next instant, that figure stood perfectly unharmed ten thousand miles away, wearing a mocking expression, as though everything that had just happened was nothing but an inconsequential farce.
What did it matter if his dao body shattered?
What did it matter if every drop of his demonic blood spilled?
What did it matter if his laws dissipated?
Luohu had come back to life without so much as a scratch.
And not once, but twice!
The first time, Zhunti had slain him in a fissure in the void. This time, Jieyin had blasted