The Dark Communication Secret Spell instantly froze Non-Birth's attack. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped. Though it lasted only an instant, Yang An seized the opportunity to punch a hole straight through Non-Birth's chest.
A mouthful of blood spewed from Non-Birth's mouth. At the same time, countless rays of light shot out from Yang An, instantly enveloping Non-Birth. A brilliant flash erupted from within Non-Birth's body, blasting his flesh and blood to dust.
This was the same Non-Birth whose clone alone had once been enough to leave him breathless. Now, meeting again, he was as weak as a child.
Times had changed. Even Non-Birth himself probably never imagined that the Yang An of today would be this terrifying.
Thirty Flow was still watching from the air. In a flash, Non-Birth had been pulverized, leaving him with a sense of unreality.
Too fast! It was simply too fast!
'Can he now kill an Insect Dao as easily as slaughtering a chicken?'
