"Don't say that the three soul bodies of Cao Erzhu, grasped by the Hand of Hungry Ghost, are about to be blown away with the wind.
Even Xu Xiaoshou himself felt his spiritual senses in disarray, his spiritual source flowing away, and his physique about to disintegrate, turning into fragments to be ingested by Taotie.
Seeing this, Cursed Yin sneered at the corners of his lips, evidently witnessing these two breaking apart and turning into nutrients to return to himself.
Ancestral God Core...
Holy Emperor physique...
Yes!
At that time, Xu Xiaoshou could injure my Ancestral God's thought.
But at this moment, even if I stand still, can he harm me at all?
Yet the battle turned out to be beyond divine expectation.
Under Cursed Yin's watch, Xu Xiaoshou clearly struggled even to pause in the void, but suddenly he thrust the Dragon Painting Spear into the ground before him, stabilizing his uncontrollable form.
He freed his right hand, slowly raising it in front of his chest...