In the boundless emptiness of the universe, the wisp of sword flame at Jing Jiu's fingertip was as tiny as a firefly, yet still conspicuous.
The enormous shadow noticed it instantly. That powerful fluctuation swept back at an unimaginable speed, confirming Jing Jiu's existence and location.
Countless tentacles began to writhe, taking on an intensely evil aspect in the light of the red fireball behind it.
Watching this, Jing Jiu again felt a sense of familiarity, but could not remember where he had seen it before.
Just as he was about to cut off those ugly tentacles, which clearly felt dangerous, the powerful fluctuation seemed to become some invisible force field, making the entire space viscous. Never mind unleashing sword light-he could not even move his body.
Jing Jiu knew he had made a mistake, underestimating the other's strength, or rather, failing to account for its way of fighting.
The Outsider Heavenly Demon clearly did not intend to capture him, but to destroy him outright.
An evil and powerful consciousness descended upon Jing Jiu, seizing his divine soul.
If his divine soul had been something tangible, it would already have been covered in an extremely thick layer of frost, ready to be torn to pieces by that consciousness the next moment.
Any other human Ascension One would have had no way to resist this immensely powerful mental consciousness at that moment.
But Jing Jiu had experienced an even stronger divine sense, and his divine soul, having undergone cultivation across two lives, was countless times tougher than those of other Ascension Ones.
Not only was he not obliterated by the Outsider Heavenly Demon's evil consciousness, he launched a counterattack.
Two extraordinarily bright rays of sword light appeared deep within his eyes, like fish leaping out of the sea, illuminating his eyelashes