When Ji Hao launched the sword move, everyone had been attacking with all their powers.
The space was broken, and the Chaos boiled.
Countless figures circled around Pan Yu and attacked him, like countless headless flies flying around a mountain, trying to smash the mountain with their fragile bodies!
Yu Meng, Yu Ji, and the other Yu Clan saints had been slapped away by Pan Yu for the umpteenth time. Vomiting blood, their faces were as pale as ghosts. The power vibrations released from their bodies were unstable, as if they were going to fall directly from the level of saints.
They couldn't remember how many times they had attacked Pan Yu, how many holes they left on his body, and how many of their friends were killed by him. Anyway, many familiar faces were killed, and many of their friends perished. But, Pan Yu still floated in the midair, calmly wielding his palm, as if nothing had happened.
Following a thunderous bang, Xing Tian, who had been roaring and wielding his axe, was sent flying away by Pan Yu's finger. After flying for over a million miles, Xing Tian's body exploded into a blood mist.
Within a blink of an eye, Xing Tian regenerated his body and fearlessly rushed back, then was sent flying away by Pan Yu's finger again.
Fuxi, Xuanyuan, Shennong, Suiren, and the other former emperors also stood shakily on clouds, looking at Pan Yu with deathly pale faces.
They had been through countless storms, but facing an unreasonably strong being like Pan Yu, they still felt powerless and despairing. They couldn't break him, and they couldn't kill him. No matter how much damage they could inflict on him, he could instantly heal himself by devouring a poor saint.
Emperor Xuanyuan had already taken back the Xuanyuan sword from Si Wen Ming. He launched millions of sword attacks at Pan Yu with all his power, but failed to leave even a mark on Pan Yu's body. Emperor Xuanyuan's mind was disordered. His indestructible heart of sword was nearly destroyed.
If the two masters weren't trapped by the natural fortune of the humankind, who could only put up a desperate fight, some of Fuxi and the other former emperors would have fallen long ago.
A shrill howl could be heard. Yu Hu's body was shattered by Pan Yu's finger, and a cloud of blood mist sprayed out. Pan Yu opened his mouth and inhaled slightly. A metal world appeared around the blood mist, and everyone saw all kinds of metal creatures walking all over the world.
A strong strand of the original power of the world rose from the blood mist and flew into Pan Yu's mouth without stopping. The metal world in the light and shadow collapsed and shattered. Countless metal creatures wailed and wailed as their bodies quickly collapsed. They turned into streams of natural power and merged into the black hole that suddenly appeared in the core of the world.
"Yu Hu!" Yu Meng and the other Yu Clan saints screamed in fear. They shook their heads, almost losing their minds. Cold sweat poured down from their foreheads like raindrops. Many of them screamed hoarsely, turned around, and fled out of Pan Gu world as fast as they could.
Yu Clan people had never been able to find a hero who would fight till death. Therefore, abandoning their comrades and running away at this moment was their true nature.
Pan Yu laughed scornfully. While devouring Yu Hu's Pan Jia world, he spread his hands and created a dark swirl between his palms. All Yu Clan saints were involuntarily pulled back to him. Just like in the beginning, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
Thud! A tower shrouded in purple mist and dazzling with a golden light smashed on Pan Yu's head.
The golden light and black blood splashed tens of thousands of miles high. The great master held the giant golden tower with both hands and smashed on Pan Yu's head. But, Pan Yu only slightly rolled his eyes and glanced at him. Next, a black thunderbolt burst from his eyes and sent the great master flying away again.
The second master gave a resonant roar. A golden lotus rose from under his feet. From his body, golden beams of light surged out along with a fragrant mist. His body turned golden and expanded to around eight-million miles tall. Along with a series of thunder, he transformed into a four-faced, eight-armed golden figure. His four faces were filled with anger, with raging flames burning from his eyes, nose, mouth, and mouth. His eight arms gripped all kinds of divine weapons and smashed down at Pan Yu.
"The natural fortune of the humankind... Since you want me to risk my life for you, just give it to me!"
The second master gave a sonorous roar and waved his hand towards Pan Gu Motherland. A strand of natural fortune of the humankind roared over and flew into his eight divine weapons. The dazzling golden divine weapons suddenly glowed with a dazzling light. With raging eyes, the second master roared and smashed on Pan Yu's head like a storm.
Black blood splashed out. This full-strength strike from the second master crushed a large piece of flesh on Pan Yu's head, and even left a deep wound on his skull.
Pan Yu snorted coldly and abruptly slapped his left hand. Along with a thunderous boom, six of the second master's eight arms were broken, and a half of his golden body was shattered. He was sent flying backward while vomiting blood.
Pan Yu's giant hand penetrated the space and reached to the second master. Pan Yu shouted coldly, "I wanted to enjoy you last. But since you want to die so badly, I might as well enjoy the feast earlier. Hehe, I sensed the scent of the Chaos spirit root from you... You're so strong. Devouring you will be good for me! "
The second master was about to fall into Pan Yu's hand. Ji Hao's sword lights were about to land on Pan Yu's body, while the group of priests around him had already made their moves.
Priest Xuandu released a black and white Taiji diagram to fend against Pan Yu's giant hand, while Guangcheng threw out a small half of a large seal made from Buzhou Mountain and smashed on Pan Yu's face. Po waved his hands and sent over ten-thousand strange-looking treasures and spirit treasures to Pan Yu's body, dazzling with dazzling lights...
While launching his sword move, Ji Hao also activated the pre-world magnetic life and death sword formation at his highest speed. The Pan Gu bell buzzed and generated streams of Chaos power, which condensed into a giant mountain and smashed down to Pan Yu's head.
Pan Yu slapped on the black and white Taiji diagram. Xuandu's face suddenly paled, and his eyeballs nearly popped out of his eye sockets. He opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Followed by a thunderous clang, Guangcheng's gigantic stamper bounced back and smashed heavily on his chest. Guangcheng's chest was deeply dented, and he was also sent flying backward while vomiting blood.
Po looked at those treasures thrown out by Pan Yu with a heartache. Over ten-thousand strange-looking treasures and spirit treasures were shattered on Pan Yu's body, and only a few pre-world spirit treasures bounced back, almost landing on Po himself.
Within a second, the group suffered a crushing defeat. Only Ji Hao activated the sword formation and trapped Pan Yu with an invisible force field. The Chaos power released from the Pan Gu bell had been condensing into mountains and bumping into Pan Yu's body, slowing him down a little bit.
Sky-opening, earth-splitting, everything-grow, everything-perish, all living beings reincarnate...
Ji Hao gathered all of his spirit power in this sword move. He activated the Pan Gu sword with all of his strength, power, and everything he had. The Pan Gu sword released a million-miles-long dark sword light and swept across Pan Yu's body.
Buzz! Pan Yu burst into raging roars. Ji Hao's sword light swept across his slim waist and cut a big half of his waist into two!
"Good sword!" Emperor Xuanyuan shouted in surprise.
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