"This sword... has to be mine!" Pan Yu's expressionless face was like a piece of black glass. Finally, a trace of shock appeared on his expressionless face. He immediately turned around and looked at Ji Hao. Subconsciously, he covered his nearly broken waist with both hands.
Large amounts of sticky black blood spurted out of the wound. Pan Yu's upper body trembled, then he suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled deeply towards the blood mist. In the light and shadows around the blood mist, the Pan Jia world collapsed. The blood mist was swallowed by Pan Yu, then countless extremely thin strands of black blood spurted out of the wound on his waist.
Black blood strands coiled around each other. Along with a sizzling noise, the wound on Pan Yu's waist began healing.
However, a black sword light coiled around Pan Yu's wound and cut the blood strands into pieces the moment they touched each other. So many people joined hands, but failed to cause any actual harm to Pan Yu. After Ji Hao launched the sword move, Pan Yu failed to heal the wound quickly, even with his great power!
Pan Yu was shocked. "This sword has to be mine!" He emphasized once again.
Abandoning the group of Yu Clan saints, who had been running all over the sky like headless flies, Pan Yu slowly turned around. Ignoring the bleeding wound on his waist, he reached out his hands and clawed at Ji Hao. Thick black clouds coiled around his palms, and a terrifying suction force gushed out from the black clouds.
Tens of Yu Clan saints carelessly stood too close to Pan Yu. They screamed and were rolled up by the dark cloud released from Pan Yu's hands. They flew into Pan Yu's hands uncontrollably, then exploded into clouds of blood mist.
In the Chaos, tens of different-sized worlds collapsed, turning into strands of tremendous natural powers that merged into the black holes in the cores of the worlds. Through some mysterious connection, the natural powers were devoured by the dark clouds in Pan Yu's palms across long distances in a blink of an eye.
This time, Pan Yu gave up on tasting the Yu Clan saints one by one, like a cat playing with a mouse. Instead, he started a quick and effective killing.
As the great original world power was injected into Pan Yu's body, a giant amount of natural powers was absorbed by his body. The wound on his waist healed inch by inch, while the strong natural powers flushed the dark sword light left on the wound by the Pan Gu sword. Gradually, the terrifying sword intent faded, and the wound healed faster and faster.
Ji Hao stepped back. He wasn't stupid enough to fight Pan Yu face to face.
Pan Yu fixed his erect eye on Ji Hao and chased after him with giant steps. His tens of millions of miles tall body had been releasing dense dark clouds. Wherever he reached, the space was corroded, leaving a dark trace that didn't heal even after a long time. Numberless Yu Clan saints couldn't help but follow behind Pan Yu, falling to Ji Hao along the dark trace.
Occasionally, some unlucky ones touched this dark and empty track. Their spirit blood would be drained instantly, and even their world would collapse. The entire world would become a tremendous stream of natural powers, flying across the sky and flowing into Pan Yu's body.
Cries, screams, and begging could be heard all over the sky. Countless attacks landed on Pan Yu's body, cracking the space and quaking the entire starry void.
Ji Hao struggled to maintain the pre-world magnetic life and death sword formation. The invisible magnetic forcefield flushed Pan Yu's body like tidewater, slowing him down as much as possible so that he couldn't catch up with Ji Hao.
But, Pan Yu was way too strong. With a slight movement of his body, the entire sword formation quaked intensely. Through the connection between Ji Hao and the sword formation, the strong vibration struck Ji Hao's body and embryo of Dao and brought him a piercing pain. His embryo of Dao was disordered, and even his power was unstable.
Ji Hao also saw that wherever Pan Yu reached, his body had caused great damages to Pan Gu world.
With a thought, Ji Hao abruptly rose into the sky. He intended to take Pan Yu out of Pan Gu world and fight him in the Chaos.
Ji Hao flew all the way up into the sky. He didn't know how long he had been flying. When he reached the sky and was about to break out of the natural screen of Pan Gu world, a figure suddenly flashed across the sky. Wearing a black robe, Evil Yu Yu blocked Ji Hao's way.
Evil Yu Yu said to Ji Hao, "My good disciple, don't rush out of Pan Gu world. Stay here and stall Pan Yu... I really didn't think that Fuxi and the other non-humankind beings could do such a thing. They built the Praying and Sanctification altar, which helped all these non-humankind monsters break into the level of saints!"
"Pan Yu destroyed the worlds of these saints, then absorbed the original powers of those worlds... The distance is too far, so he can't devour all these worlds. As long as he stays in Pan Gu world, over sixty percent of the original powers of those worlds will be kept and absorbed by Pan Gu world. "
Ji Hao's eyes shone. He looked at Evil Yu Yu and asked, "Shifu, what do you mean?"
"Let Pan Yu stay here and keep him busy. Let him do whatever he wants... Let all those non-humankind saints die in here." Evil Yu Yu's eyes shone with a cold, dim light as he said, "This is a great natural reward... This is truly a surprise!"
Ji Hao turned around and glanced at Pan Yu, who was chasing after him. He took a deep breath and launched another sky-opening move at Pan Yu's head.
The sword light was piercingly cold. Pan Yu tilted his head and dodged the sword light that pierced straight into his erect eye. The tens of thousands of miles long sword light pierced into his left shoulder and came out from his right rib. Pan Yu opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood. He clenched his fingers and grabbed tens of poor Yu Clan saints, draining them within a couple of breaths.
Yu Meng howled in despair, "Lord Ji Hao … Help us! Hurry up and kill this monster. How can the original ancestor of our Yu Clan be such a terrifying monster? "
Ji Hao remained silent. He tried his best to expand the sword formation and quickly merged into it.
Yu Meng and the other Yu Clan saints were dragged into the sword formation along with Pan Yu. The two masters followed up and plunged into the sword formation. Po and the other Yu Clan saints roared out loud. Even Fuxi and the other former emperors entered Ji Hao's sword formation without hesitation.
Sword lights rose into the sky. Countless Yu Clan nobles surrounded Pan Yu and hacked crazily in the sword formation. The space was quaking intensely. The Yu Clan nobles, who consumed the natural fortune of their worlds and became saints through the Praying and Sanctification altar, were harvested and devoured by Pan Yu like weeds.
Pan Yu's giant hands clawed and slapped at Ji Hao. Ji Hao transformed into an extremely thin beam of light and flew around Pan Yu's body. The Pan Gu sword held in his hand gradually lost its strength as it hacked and hacked at Pan Yu's hands.
Pan Yu dodged the Pan Gu sword's sharpness with fear. He dared not to touch the sword light with his hands.
Ji Hao circled around Pan Yu over and over again. Pan Yu's body was wrapped in a dark mist, and in the mist, large groups of Yu Clan saints died silently.
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