"Kill!"
A furious roar shook the world. Lord Wu Ying held the phantom of the huge axe tightly with both hands and gathered all the strength in his body. Then, he slashed at Wang Yi with the power to split open the sky, wanting to shatter him into pieces on the spot.
Wang Yi was not afraid at all when he saw this. At this moment, his body, true qi, and spiritual power had all reached perfection.
With the three treasures opened and endless potential released, he had already reached his peak and no longer had any shortcomings or weaknesses.
His aura instantly erupted. This time, Wang Yi did not use the Formless God's true body again.
In his spiritual space, the three flying daggers that lay across the world had already disappeared and fused into the Connate purple-gold red gourd.