Thwack—thwack—at this moment, the void itself seemed as though it were about to be whipped to shreds. Everyone's eyes were filled with afterimages left by the flailing God-Striking Whip.
"Aaargh—" Sikou Bo kept letting out miserable screams. With every single lash, his connection with his own inner landscape weakened by a fraction. He tried to urge his remaining dao seal spells to stop it, but to no avail. These torrents of spells had barely surged upward when they were shattered to pieces by a single strike of the God-Striking Whip!
"Too weak." Li Wudao and the Chiyan Sage watched the scene before them, couldn't help but look at each other.
Chapter 959