A Man Like None Other Chapter 6729 The Seven Fairies Have Arrived
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- A golden divine soul is utterly destroyed by a powerful sword.
- The great divine figure, Jin Wuhao, meets his ultimate demise.
- A hard-won calm is shattered by an even brighter, overwhelming light.
A highly condensed beam of golden light emerged from the vortex, blocking the Nether Sword and trying to intercept the Soul Crushing Attack.
However, the Underworld Fire was naturally capable of destroying the souls of all gods.
The Nether Sword slashed the golden light, and a ghost-like blue flame instantly wrapped around the golden divine soul.
Heart-wrenching and heart-piercing wails reverberated throughout heaven and earth. Unlike physical pain, this pain strikes straight at the source, piercing and eroding the soul.
Wuhao had his divine soul churning, thrashing, and shattering into pieces, and dots of golden primordial light continued to extinguish, melting rapidly like snow under the scorching sun.
In just three breaths, the wailing stopped, the golden light dissipated, and the natal divine soul that had been rooted in the divine realm for tens of thousands of years was completely scorched into nothingness.
After losing its fulcrum, the dark golden vortex spinning in the air slowly shrank and closed, finally flattening the void without leaving a trace.
The golden light of resurrection descended from the sky as scheduled, landing on Jinwuhao’s corpse. But this time, the divine light was ineffective and could not restore a trace of life.
His body was cold, his meridians were numb, and his soul had disappeared. He had completely perished, returning to dust and ashes.
The Great Luo Golden Immortal, Jin Wuhao, the representative of the gods, died and his cultivation disappeared.
The battle that had been going on for a long time finally ended, and the four collapsed from exhaustion.
David knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword. Blood continued to flow from the wound on his shoulder. His whole body felt sore and numb. His meridians were damaged in various ways, but the tension in his heart finally eased, and a smile of relief appeared on his lips.
Jiang Xuelan moved to his side, leaning gently against him, her strength drained, her expression calm. Zi’er lay in the dust, her immortal light extinguished, breathing quietly. Gui Qi stood beside the corpse, his magical fire had been extinguished, his back looked desolate and cold.
The valley returned to calm, but this calm only lasted for ten breaths.
At the peak of the closed void space, a burst of blazing golden light, a hundred times brighter than before, suddenly erupted. That divine light covered the sky and dyed the entire firmament red. The supreme pressure, carrying the wrath of the saint, crashed down.
Like mountains, like the sea, like the sky pressing down on you!
The devil cultivators and divine beings held captive in the valley were all pinned to the ground by the oppressive force, their bones crunching, unable to even lift their heads or open their eyes.
Zi’er endured the excruciating pain and supported herself. The moment that immortal protective aura appeared, it was shattered into pieces by the oppressive force.
In the middle of the void, the golden light slowly split, and a figure walked on the light, slowly descending from the upper realm.
The old man wore an intricate and luxurious gold-plated divine robe, with patterns of the heavens and stars engraved on the robe, and every thread was woven from spiritual gold.