Venerable Victory Treasure Pestle Bodhisattva was dead!
His Golden Body was shattered into a gruesome sight. The boiling, flowing fire illuminated the surrounding Void Sea of Light with blinding brilliance, only to be completely extinguished into dead silence with a mere flip of Lü Yang's hand.
A dignified Perfected Lord of the Golden Core—a lofty existence capable of looking down upon Heaven and Earth even in the talent-filled Immortal Pivot—had been squeezed to death just like that, as easily as crushing a baby chick. Such a humiliating death was actually the most impactful, sending the deepest shockwaves into the hearts of all who spectated the battle.
This was not even the most terrifying part. What was more terrifying was that Venerable Victory Treasure Pestle Bodhisattva's soul hadn't managed to escape either. Instead, it was curled up in the palm of Lü Yang's hand, rapidly being ground into oblivion by infinite streams of light!
"Save me... Save me!"
