The might of Saint Eighth Heaven erupted in full, far beyond anything the Ancient Tree Saint had shown.
Feng Ling drew his bow without further hesitation. Biting the tip of his tongue, he spat a mouthful of emerald Saint blood onto the radiant longbow.
The bowstring drew itself taut, and an arrow made entirely of dark green crystal abruptly took shape. Its arrowhead spun ceaselessly, tearing tiny rifts in space.
The arrow flew without a sound, seemingly leaping straight across the distance to appear at the vital point in the center of Li Qingshan's back. Its spinning tip even dragged a black hole-like spiral through the void, devouring all matter and energy that came near.
Qing Luo chanted shrilly, and her scepter burst with piercing green light, resonating intensely with the field of consciousness on the planet's surface.
Countless thick, resilient strands of green light abruptly appeared in the void. They crisscrossed and instantly wove themselves into a three-dimensional net that covered more than half the star domain, closing in on Li Qingshan.
Every strand of the net vibrated at a high frequency, emitting a piercing whine. Any meteorite it touched turned into a cloud of green-glimmering dust in an instant.
The three Saints, controlled by the Primordial God's will, used different methods, yet their coordination was seamless.
The giant tree sealed off escape and attacked head-on, the deadly arrow struck at a vital point by surprise, and the net trapped and wore down its target. The killing moves came one after another, displaying the subtle control and coordination Saint-level beings possessed over laws and energy.
Faced with this perfectly coordinated killing trap set by three Saints, Li Qingshan's gaze turned utterly cold, like ice that had endured for eternity.
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