Loa told Wangcai to hide first.
Wangcai had just unleashed Evil-Suppressing Divine Thunder. His divine power and spiritual force were depleted, and his face was as white as paper. Staying here would not help; it would only distract Loa.
Wangcai did not push himself. He nodded, grabbed a handful of recovery potions from his Space Ring, stuffed them into his mouth, and swiftly retreated to put some distance between them.
Across from them, the longbow in "Yilikasi's" hands never stopped.
The bowstring vibrated again and again. Nine Stars in a Row, another Nine Stars in a Row, and yet another Nine Stars in a Row.
Grayish-white god-slaying arrows poured down like a torrential rain from every angle. Each arrow precisely locked down Loa's escape routes, yet deliberately avoided his vital points.
He did not dare strike to kill-his original body had repeatedly stressed that soul mutants had to be devoured alive. Dead, they were useless.
If he accidentally killed Loa and his soul dissipated on the spot, his obsession of over a hundred million years would all come to nothing.
Thus, every arrow he fired hovered on a delicate boundary, suppressing Loa's movements without killing him outright, like a net drawing ever tighter to trap its prey alive.
Loa saw through his intentions. He was only containing him, not killing him, using the rain of arrows to cut off his movements while buying time.
That meant one thing-Yilikasi's original body was on its way.
A Seven-Star Demon. He still was not confident he could confront one head-on. His ultimate trump card was not yet perfected. A ninety-eight percent chance of victory was not safe enough.
With that thought, he stopped holding back.
His Wind Element Divine Spark, Lightning Element Divine Spark, and Destruction Rule Divine Spark-all three activated at once.