A palm descended, and heaven and earth were overturned.
The Ghost Fetus Stone took a heavy blow. The yin energy on its surface exploded with a thunderous clang that rang on and on.
This Daluo Immortal material displayed astonishing resilience. After splitting open with only a few cracks, it withstood the fatal strike, hanging in midair and bobbing unsteadily.
The Sky Devil Saint Son, however, possessed no such ability.
When that mighty, unstoppable force crushed down upon him, his soul was instantly blasted into fragments. The agony beyond all limits was as though he had walked through the Eighteenth Level of Hell and back. His will completely collapsed.
At the brink of death, he suddenly met that gaze.
Cold, deep, and looking down upon all things.
It faintly overlapped with a certain figure buried deep in his memories.
"Shen... Yun...!"
His Spiritual Platform was struck by lightning. He abruptly remembered the person who had slapped him, and all his doubts suddenly became clear.
"I hate this!!"
His sky-high hatred burst through his chest, actually clearing his mind in a final burst of lucidity, like a dying man's last gleam of life.
Yet in the end, it was merely an echo before annihilation.
A moment later, the Ghost Fetus Stone quietly fell to the ground.
Along with his boundless resentment and unwillingness, it sank into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs.
The dark clouds scattered completely, and daylight returned.
"It's over!"
Seeing the demon brought to justice, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, intense joy surging in their eyes.
Jiang Zili especially had long wanted to be rid of the Sky Devil Saint Son, whose atrocities against female Cultivators were too numerous to count.
Now that she saw him die with his eyes wide open, she wished she could