Given the methods displayed by the opponent at this moment, he was no match.
Inevitably doomed.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Changwang's face sank at these words, his eyes narrowing.
"Not good!"
Situ Xuan Kong's heart trembled, instinctively sensing something was wrong.
But it was too late.
An indescribable pain, enough to almost tear apart his entire soul, immediately struck his heart, causing his vision to turn black and nearly making him faint.
Even so, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his Divine Sense suffered unimaginable damage.
Even if this tribulation passed, it would take at least three to five years of recuperation to recover.
Immediately after.
Zhou Changwang controlled the Phoenix Firebird to nod once more.
Boom!
At the same time.
Under his Heart Spirit control, those twenty-four Flying Swords formed an array once again.
Transforming into a giant longsword.
The longsword hovered in the air, then swiftly cleaved down.
Boom!
"No! Spare me..."
