He was watching the battle in the starry sky.
Dao Yi, who was building an altar in an attempt to summon the Daoyan Immortal Robe, paled.
He had never expected his opponent to carry two Emperor Weapons. It was simply inconceivable.
Moreover, he had deliberately left a strand of his Primordial Spirit on that Imitation of the Daoyan Immortal Robe, intending to detonate this Godly Forbidden Weapon at the critical moment, yet his opponent had narrowly evaded even that. He had failed to kill him, or even seriously injure him.
"You truly are exceptionally scheming. Anyone else might really have been schemed to death..."
Just then.
A streak of golden light shot over from the Outer Regions.
It tore straight through the Great Saint-level formation patterns and charged into the place.
Brimming with murderous intent, the Eastern Emperor's Dao Body looked down at Dao Yi, whose expression had changed drastically, and said coldly, "But since you offended me, no matter how many clever schemes you devise, you cannot escape death!"
"Your Highness, run..."
Saint might spread as two figures rushed forward.
Yet the Eastern Emperor's Dao Body stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze blazing fiercely.
Two golden beams, more searing than countless suns, pierced straight through those old servants, whose cultivation ranged from Saint to Saint King.
Even their Primordial Spirits failed to escape.
They turned to drifting ash.
"Whoosh..."
He wasted no more words.
A great golden hand reached straight out.
It grabbed toward Dao Yi, whose hair stood on end as his face changed in horror.
"Boom..."
In the flash of a spark.
Dao Yi opened his mouth and spat.
A mysterious ancient talisman transformed into a golden barrier.
It actually held off the grasping hand, protecting him firmly within.
The next moment, his brow