It was destined not to hold out for long.
"But my Devouring Heaven Demon Jar..." The Seventh Great Bandit, Tu Tian, was deeply unwilling to give it up, his eyes fixed on the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar, which was restrained by the grand formation and the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Canopy and no longer under his control.
He had an ominous premonition that if he abandoned the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar and fled, he would probably lose Half an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon—the very thing his survival depended on—for the rest of his life.
The other side had prepared so thoroughly that they clearly intended more than merely dealing with them.
They also wanted to seize his Devouring Heaven Demon Jar.
"No more buts! We can find a way to summon the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar back afterward!"
Jiang Yi grabbed Tu Tian.
The two unleashed their divine power to assist the Fifth Great Bandit, Wu Dao, driving the somewhat damaged Saint Furnace with all their strength.
"Boom..." Wang Zheng and Li Xuan sneered, even bringing out two head-sized pieces of divine source, sparing no expense in powering the Inherited Saint Weapon.
The Purple Gold Gourd radiated terrifying pressure, as though heaven and earth were being crushed beneath it.
It made the Saint Furnace Wu Dao had deployed tremble violently.
In the end, this already thoroughly decayed Saint Furnace simply could not withstand that terrifying saint might.
With a crack, it split apart, destroyed in an instant.
Wu Dao and the other two coughed up great mouthfuls of blood.
They were almost crushed until their tendons and bones snapped, forced down onto their knees.
Blood seeped ceaselessly from every pore, leaving their flesh mangled and turning them into blood-soaked figures.
Powerless to resist, they were sucked straight into the Purple Gold Gourd