Snap—snap—at this very moment, the void itself felt as though it were about to be whipped to shreds. The spectators' eyes were filled with nothing but afterimages left by the swishing God-Beating Whip.
"Arghhhh—" Sikou Bei shrieked continuously in agony. Every single strike weakened the connection between him and his Inner Scene Land by another fraction. He tried to mobilize his remaining Daoist spell marks to stop it, but to no avail. The surging torrents of Daoist spells had barely risen when the God-Beating Whip shattered them to pieces with a single lash!
"Too weak." Li Wudao and Saint Chiyan watched the scene unfold before them, unable to help exchanging glances. Compared to Qiguan Yi back then, the person before them was simply like an ant to a tiger.
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