"What kind of attack was that?"
The King of Chaos was the King of Chaos, after all, and he quickly stabilized his power.
The power that had been about to disperse from his body settled once more.
"What on earth was that attack? It could actually strike my soul directly!"
The King of Chaos widened his enormous eyes, staring at Wang Yang in disbelief.
What kind of magic was this? The aura of its magical fluctuations was clearly so weak, yet it could cause him such pain.
It was far more painful than anything he had suffered before.
Just now, he had felt as though his soul were about to be torn apart.
Because of that agony, the energy of his body had seemingly dispersed as well, costing him one millionth of his power.
Even the Five Cosmic Entities could not inflict such a great loss on him as he was now.
Yet this had been just a single spell. If it struck him several more times, wouldn't there really be a chance that his opponent could destroy him?
Should magic like this really exist in this world?
Why could a human use such powerful magic? It was impossible. A human's magic should have limits; it should not possess such immense power and offensive strength.
And it was powerful enough to strike his soul.
The King of Chaos had never imagined that a mere human could possess such tremendous power.
At this moment, he felt that this power could inflict tremendous harm on him, too.
As a being derived from the power of the Five Cosmic Entities, he had never imagined that anyone besides them could contend with him.
This was simply too terrifying.
Even the King of Chaos did not want to experience that feeling of having his soul