"The rules of the formation are shifting... Does that mean every weakness has vanished?"
The instant Monkey saw his Golden Staff swing wide and miss, he understood what was happening.
His spiritual power was severed, his senses cut off—was there any escape left?
Amid the storm of sword-qi, Monkey sprang and darted, lunging wildly in every direction. Yet no matter how he fought, it was as if some immobilizing spell had frozen him in place.
Sword-qi battered his body—tearing fur, splitting flesh, and flaying him to the bone.
His pale bones gleamed through rents in his body.
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All across Heaven and Earth, those watching were struck speechless.
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Monkey thrashed the Golden Staff in vain, unleashing wild roars—like a dying beast fighting for its last breath.
His wild spiritual power burst forth, but only scattered sparks—never once touching the four swords spinning in the air above.
What looked like a hundred yards was, in truth, a gulf he could never cross.
Blood fell, drop by drop, into the sea below. His spiritual energy and life force ebbed away. All he could do was scream and struggle with every ounce of strength—yet everything seemed hopelessly futile.
To be slowly carved apart—death by a thousand cuts—seemed now a fate beyond changing.
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Inside the High Sky Throne Hall, immortals clenched their fists, faces taut with nervous anticipation and hope.
General Lee’s face stayed stern, but even he couldn’t hide the shock in his widening eyes.
The Four Dragon Kings held their breath, tension written on every face.
Far behind, Daoist disciples crowded around the North Sea Dragon King’s copper mirror, shouting and drawing a surge of onlookers. Many burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves.
Some were already making preparations to set sail for home.
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