Taking a general from within the formation was as easy as turning over one's hand.
Shen Yun bathed in immortal light, his hair streaming behind him like a young Battle Immortal who had stepped out of the Primordial Era, his might shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
As for Slaughter Heaven Ancestor God, he had lost even the strength to keep shouting. He was like decayed wood, his eyes hollow, as though he had already seen his own ending.
Now that all his cultivation had vanished into nothing, even if he somehow survived this calamity, he would only follow in Ghost Emperor's footsteps and start over from scratch. In this lifetime, he would find it difficult to ever reach the summit again.
Besides, under all heaven, who could possibly escape from Shen Yun's hands?
Even a towering figure like the Devil Ancestor could only watch helplessly as Shen Yun displayed his divine abilities, freely plundering Tianlu's sea of consciousness, peeling back layer after layer to extract the ancient secrets of the Underworld.
"A scholar may be killed, but never humiliated!"
The unprecedented humiliation finally awakened Slaughter Heaven Ancestor God's ferocity.
The fire of his Primordial Spirit burned wildly, locking down his sea of consciousness as he made one final deathbed struggle.
"You call yourself a scholar? You look more like a stupid pig to me!"
Shen Yun's tone was indifferent. There was no need to be polite to such a villain who had brought disaster upon the world; every word was like a sharp steel needle stabbing straight into the soul.
Upon hearing this, Slaughter Heaven Ancestor God froze at first. When he came back to his senses, his eyes abruptly turned blood-red. He was so enraged that his defenses shattered, and thick black smoke poured from all seven