"Ants! Prepare to meet the fate rightfully yours as food!" sneered the Primeval Demon Ancestor, and then, with a swing of his right hand, a terrifying black sword a million feet long tore through heaven and earth, slashing down in one stroke.
Qin Jun and the others felt as if the world was cleaved into two by the Primeval Demon Ancestor's black sword in an instant, their souls trembling along with it.
"How dare you!"
Tathāgata erupted in fury, his figure shooting upward explosively, thousands upon thousands of arms rising to catch the sword.
Patriarch Bodhi, though silent, was not waiting to die either; a flick of his Dust Brush brought forth a myriad of golden lotuses out of thin air, blocking the path of the black sword, but sadly they were no match at all and couldn't even slow it down.
BOOM—