A golden giant palm landed on the demon shadow, pressing it as if the shadow were a flickering candle flame, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.
"Qiuming! I am not willing to accept this! I must kill you! I want you to never transcend in eternity! To endure endless pain!"
The demon shadow roared incessantly, the anger and hatred in its voice sending chills down one's spine.
What kind of enmity had driven him to such madness?
Even Changsheng, who had spent millions of years in the Qiuming Abyss, was terrified, for he knew that if such a powerful Demon Ancestor were to break free, fueled by this rage, it would certainly bring about a catastrophic calamity.
Patriarch Bodhi also made his move, countless golden lotuses flying out from his sleeves, swiftly enveloping the Qiuming Abyss and the demon shadow.
Booming sounds echoed—