However, the sharp sword swept across the void with a sudden slash.
The Golden-Winged Roc and the other demons felt their spirits waver, as if their very futures were about to be severed by this one strike!
This was not an attack on the physical body or the Divine Soul, but on the even more esoteric concept of Destiny.
Even the Venerable Spiritual Treasures in their hands offered no protection at all.
Among them, the Cyan Flood Dragon, who had the lowest Cultivation, couldn't even muster the strength to resist and perished instantly.
There wasn't a single wound on its body, yet it had died bizarrely, its form and spirit utterly annihilated.
The remaining Golden-Winged Roc and the giant, winged serpent didn't dare to make another move. They hastily activated their Venerable Spiritual Treasures to protect themselves and retreated at top speed.
"Ah!"
Ao Guang's blood energy boiled around him as he tried to force the sharp sword out.
