Chapter 767: How Long Is a Moment?

When Mo Jiao sensed the repression of death, he was frightened stiff. He wanted to frantically take out his Golden Pen, but the saber flare had locked his life-force.

If he had not seized this chance and taken back part of his Divine Essence, he would not have been able to protect that domain with his Golden Pen, let alone take it out.

Crack! The Wind-Rustling Move produced a desolate aura that tore Mo Jiao's domain.

Boom! The Golden Pen could not block the desolate killing intent of the Wind-Rustling Move, which permeated Mo Jiao's heart.

Pfft! The Wind-Rustling Move landed on the area between Mo Jiao's eyebrows and a bloody mist exploded.

At the same time, Di Jiu's Spiritual Sea was assailed by the terrifying killing intent that had substantially torn Di Jiu's meridian before it tore his body from the inside out.