"Rob the path must be touched, rob it for me!"
In the midst of time, the silver-white light suddenly illuminated the darkness.
The tentacles connected to the War Ancestor and Xu Xiaoshou suddenly started to tremble violently, emitting wave after wave of powerful suction.
It seemed to want to completely drain the War Ancestor, turning him into a shriveled corpse.
"Ugh!"
The War Ancestor's pupils shook violently, and he let out a low, muffled groan.
A kind of excruciating pain from being forcibly plundered attacked his body, soul, and consciousness, as if being dissected by knives and chisels, threatening to split him open for complete analysis.
He felt his whole being beginning to disintegrate, like being torn apart by horses, almost ready to split body and die.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Mysterious Dao mist surged.
Seven-colored brilliance was plundered from the War Ancestor's Dharma Form, madly injected into Xu Xiaoshou through the robbing path tendrils.
