As Xu Zimo's voice fell, demonic qi surged endlessly from all around, roaring like raging waves and erupting with overwhelming force.
Nine Layers of Ocean Waves.
One layer after another.
Amid the roar of demonic qi, the petals of light clearly could no longer hold on.
The Sacred Ancestor snorted coldly.
The entire Twelve Petals of Light Lotus beneath him rose into the air, radiating supreme brilliance within the vast demonic qi.
It sought to suppress the demonic qi.
But Xu Zimo's demonic qi was clearly stronger.
This demonic qi was not merely some kind of gas; it even possessed consciousness.
Biting, seeping through every crack, churning and shattering.
At first, the Twelve Petals of Light Lotus could still resist, like a lighthouse by the sea.
Forever bright amid the boundless night.
But as the demonic qi grew ever stronger, the Twelve Petals of Light Lotus began to totter on the verge of collapse.
Accompanied by repeated cracking sounds.
Fine fissures actually appeared across the Twelve Petals of Light Lotus.
"Return!" the Sacred Ancestor shouted.
He wanted to recall the Twelve Petals of Light Lotus.
After all, it was a fine treasure. If it were damaged here, he would be reluctant to let it go.
"You think you can come and go as you please here?" Xu Zimo shouted coldly.
The demonic qi became even more abundant.
The blood-colored sky had yet to recover from the death of the Three Corpses Expert.
Before it was once more shrouded by boundless demonic qi.
At the Sacred Ancestor's summons, the Twelve Petals of Light Lotus tried to break through the demonic qi's blockade.
But it was useless. Instead, the cracks in the Twelve Petals of Light Lotus worsened.
"Get lost!" the Sacred Ancestor bellowed.
He struck a palm toward the demonic qi.