"No!"
Staring at the palm descending upon his head, the Divine General's eyes looked ready to split.
He felt despair. He felt the aura of death drawing ever closer, enveloping him completely.
He tried to circulate his Profound Skill to resist Hong Yu's attack.
"ROAR!"
The Vajra phantom solidified once more. Though it lacked consciousness, it still let out a low roar.
This was the Mystical Technique itself sensing a threat.
The Vajra abruptly raised its iron pillar-like arms, blocking in front of itself as if forging a great wall.
But as Hong Yu's palm struck, the Divine Patterns on his Venerable Golden Bone spun, like a mighty golden ancient dragon swooping down for the kill.
It brutally shredded the Vajra phantom's arms.
Energy scattered, blasting outward.
The expert, renowned for his Fist Technique, let out a wretched scream. His only remaining arm exploded from the shoulder down, showering the air with flesh and blood in a gruesome spectacle.
"Time to die!"
